Advertisement
Not a member of Pastebin yet?
Sign Up,
it unlocks many cool features!
- >White pristine snow blankets the ground all around you.
- >You take a handful of snow and place it in your mouth.
- >The cold water runs down your throat, cooling your esophagus, your breath can no longer be seen.
- >Slowly and steadily level your Mosin Nagant and line up your sight with a caribou two hundred some yards away, in the middle of the clearing in front of you.
- >This will be a balsy shot to take with a Soviet war era rifle.
- >But this is how your ancestors did it, Ural Shepherds with an empty stomach and an illegal rifle.
- >The difference is, is that you are in Alaska and you are protected by the law.
- >Out of the blue your hear a loud crack and the groan of a tree toppling to the ground.
- >This sends the small herd into flight mode they bolt into the dark timber a few feet away.
- >You stand up and sling your rifle over you shoulder.
- Fffffffffffffffffffffffffffffffuck.
- >There’s no point in following the herd now, they have gotten the out of dodge.
- >You decide to head back to you camp at least several miles south of where you are currently at and call it a day.
- >Your trek through the deep snow is fairly easy with your snow shoes and after about two hours you are making good time; you expect to be back to camp in about an hour.
- >Everything is going well.
- >But you hear another crack and groan.
- >This time it’s right fucking next to you.
- >To your left you see a giant ass pine falling towards you.
- >You try to dive forward to avoid it, but you are not quick enough.
Advertisement
Add Comment
Please, Sign In to add comment
Advertisement