As I cleared the ridge, the hunt was on. The wind picked up and the trees began to sway. I knew that in the moonlight, it should be easy to see my prey. I had my rifle ready by my side, and just knew the wait would not be long. Then it happened! To my right I heard a terrible sound, like trees falling and a thunder rattling over the ridge top. As I turned to look in the direction of the noise, out came that pesky Bobcat that had been raiding the chicken coop and broke through the thicket. Its eyes burning in the night moon and its legs working as hard as they could. At first I thought it was just having a midnight run, but what followed stays with me still today. Black Bess, one of the largest black bears in these here woods was charging out the black darkness. Both animals seemed not to notice me as I was watching this chase unfold. I knew that if either animal turned on me while I stood by the Oak Tree, it was over for me. Never had I feared a hunt, but as the seconds ticked by, I got closer to my maker. This was not going to end well. My feet seem to be stuck to the ground and I felt powerless to avoid the expected outcome. They say that your life passes before your eyes just before you meet the end. My life story passed quickly, and all that was left was to feel the sharp teeth of a very mad bear.