Cougar Face
In the woods of North Minnesota a jerk killing beautiful creatures for sport is pretty common this time of year. One middle aged one man was on the prowl with a buddy of his. They had drank beer and hung out all week swapping war stories and how they planned to kill some more bucks. They had done this many years and the pastime of slaughtering creatures in woodland was second nature to them. It had been passed through to them and now they were having another nonchalant hunt of big game to meticulously kill and throw on their truck. However another predator was hunting these same grounds. The motivation for this hunt was hunger and the big cats belly was growling louder than the vocal chords of this species allows. The big cat heard the obnoxious laughing and hooters some time ago and didn't recognize it. The sound was not the same it hears often through the cold winds of its new habitat. The cat was listening for the soft twigs shattering in another creatures frightened cautious steps. The big cat followed the noise for some time and was dismayed it was leading to where it heard the strange sounds from before. The cat was startled and heard a loud bang. It listened to the commotion and slowly followed mainly out of disdain for its apparent loss. This was not a sound that accompanied its prey and the cats curiosity for the better of its natural instinct. The cat saw the hunters walk around and pose with its prey and the cougar moved in slowly. it was not about to loss the prey it had stalked for some time and as the other hunter was about to take the customary prize picture the big cat emerged with hate in its eyes and hunger in its veins. I am not sure what happened next after this photo was taken but one can only hope that this fucking gunslinger was torn to pieces and the quarry claimed by one of God's greatest creatures of the wild. Long live and long love the cougar of the American heartland.
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