[center][color=003471][h1]Everett Wilcox[/h1][/color] [i][u]Location[/u]: Wilcox Lands [u]Interacting With[/u]: Elk [/i][/center] [hr] [hr] It had taken almost a full hour for Everett to find that damn horse. He wanted to be mad, he wanted to be pissed off but he just... wasn't. Was that sun light that felt oh so good? Or was it Nina? Maybe the deadly combination of both. His mind wouldn't do right. Nina this, Nina that,he couldn't focus on his hunt. It was getting to be a pain the ball sack. After collecting the horse Everett made his way to favorite hunting spot. He shared it with no one, he knew that elk and deer would pass through there. That wasn't in question. The only real question was how long was it gonna take. After tying off the horses Everett crawled on his stomach till he got to his post. He had to crawl just over fifty yards to get in place. It was a bit extreme but he wanted make sure that nothing he did would get in the way of bagging this elk. He kept telling himself over and over, not to get into a hurry. Slow is smooth and smooth is fast. He waited calmly behind the scope of his rifle and waited for an elk to come by. It took longer than it should have for the right elk to come by. As time went on the perfect elk came by Everett started a singing a little song. He started to sing a little song. [center] [i]I'm gonna bust some caps Only got twenty rounds in my pocket I'm lookin, hunt for an elk[/i] [/center] Everett, for all his skill pulled the trigger. It was a huge mistake that he didn't even know he made. Sending the round flying out of the barrel, along with it an ear shattering explosion. [center][i]Thats a fuckin kill shot[/i][/center] He watched the round fly towards the elk and hit the animal right in the heart. It was for most all people a perfect hit. However for Everett it was less than that. The adrenal in the animal was gonna dump and it was going to run for at least a hundred yards before falling to its death. There was nothing wrong with what he had done, the problem was time. He had already lost an a hour and half on horse and the events surrounding it. He hung his when he saw what he he had done.[color=003471]"Fuck.... G-d damn girl on my mind. Better than my parents at least."[/color] He patted the ground a few times before getting to his feet. He was frustrated, and not focused. Evrett simply gathered his horses and rode out to gather his kill. He did so as quickly as he could. The first of many tasks needed was to tie the elk by the neck. A simple slip knot was the quickest and on the horse he was. With their help the elk was dragged and hung on a tree branch. This is where the fun part begins. Everett looked at it for a second before taking of his shirt and got ready for the really dirty part. The elk was hanging by head, starting form the anus to the sternum Everett made an cut. as the elk hung there Everett tied off the rear legs, holding them open. The first thing to do was to remove the anus where all the blood could drain out. While he was waiting on that, with the help of saw he took of the hoofs on the the animal. After making a few cuts, careful not to puncture any organs. Everett started the cutting the skin back. When all the organs fell to the ground he couldn't help laugh mostly due to the fact he had just been hit with over a hundreds pounds of warm guts. Heart, liver, lungs, stomach. Every organ in the elks body came crashing down on him. The whole of his front was covered in blood. Whiping the blood off his face using his shoulders he paused for a moment to collect himself. If the blood wasn't bad enough there was the smell to contend with. Bile, shit piss, blood, and sage all wafting in the air. He was happy that Nina wasn't there to see or smell. She, like many others would have puked their guts out. Making a dirty job all the more harder. "Everett, come on man. Get your shit together. You're stand in a hot mess, a quagmire of piss, shit and blood. Head in the fucking game dude." Everett said to the now empty chest cavity like it was he himself he was talking to. With a heavy sigh went back to work. Using a special skinning technique his father taught him on a drunken whim. Everett cut the neck open and skinned it down just enough for a good size stone to fit in it. Again with another slip knot Everett tied the skin around the stone. The other end was for the saddle horn. As the horse walked away from the dead body of the elk. It pulled the skin right off it. Watching the skin of an animal being pulled off was rather unnerving. Watching skin being pulled away from muscle revealing the far and editable flesh was a sight to see. Aunt Lou was gonna be able to do something with the skin. Though Everett was never sure what. Maybe a coat or something. He placed it in a game bag and tied to the saddle horn of the nearest horse. It was long before that elk was bleed, gutted, and skinned. All that was left was getting the meat. With the help of his sharpest knife e Everett made cuts along the back. The backstrap was first, then the tenderloin. Both sat on top of the ribcage. Both where heavy on their own right. These two cuts alone would make this trip worth while. Next where the legs. First the shoulders, for this Everett cut all the meat around the bone. When it came to remove the shoulder from body, Everett used his considerable strength to rip the bones away from each other. The sounds of bone breaking was just a tad bit bothersome. He did much the same with the legs. Each set of limbs in its own game bag. All that was left was the rib meat. By far the easiest of all to get off. He gave thought for a moment that he should take the rib cage for Dags. Yet he decided against the idea. Thinking if the weight in the horse was starting to get little too high for comfort. Sure each and every horse they had was used to it but there was no use to tax the animal if he didn't have too. He did note that one of the sides was bruised badly. Odds on favorites was the bullet causing it. Normally he'd leave the meat got the Bears and the bobcats but he knew but he knew Dags would live it just a much. The last thing he needed to do was bury the remaining guts. Soon he would be shed of that stench. He only wished he had brought a bigger shovel. After the hole was dug deep enough. Everett sorted through the organs looking for where the bullet had hit. With organ he picked up and inspected he tossed it in the hole. Much to his own disappointment he found the kill shot was in the lungs. Explaining how the elk had been able to run away. When he was done he covered up the organs. Everett was covered in blood and sweat. His boots were almost completely soaked in blood and Lord only knows what else. He knew the smell how had to be horrid. As he gathered all his things and cut the remains of the elk down. There wasn't much left on the animal save the rib cage and unmolested head. He gave thought to taken the head. But he was willing to bet money that Nina would find that more than a little off putting. Everett mounted his horse road back to his campsite. Seeing as none of the meat had been deboned it was safe to say that the spare horse was carrying over three hundred pounds of raw meat secured to its back. Nina was gonna have to ride with him back. He kindasortanotreally felt bad about it. He pushed that from mind as he the horse carried to him to his destination. Another [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t6LcULzNWn8] little song [/url] came into his mind as he stood up in the saddle. From his backpack he pulled a cigarette out and lite it. He started singing his song and enjoying the smoke after a good kill. He wouldn't be long for the campsite. All he could now was enjoy the ride.