[indent][u][b]October 28th, 3:33 PM
Hope Springs, West Virginia[/b][/u][/indent]

"YEEE!" Rufus whooped from the window of his all-terrain jeep, one of three military camouflaged vehicles that now burned a trail through the thousands of acres of forest that Hope Springs was home to. "We gon' bag ourselves a Bug Man!!"

Each of these trio of vehicles was loaded with several members of the Masterson clan, ten men in all. Pa Buford, Jim Bob, Billy Joe and Rufus Masterson lead the pack, with the second jeep containing Floyd, Darrel, and Jeb Masterson. Bringing up the rear were "Doc" Willie, Verne, and Bubba Blue Masterson.

They came armed with every rifle, shotgun, assault weapon, and pistol in their arsenal as well as a wide assortment of steel nets, cages and, high yield explosives. This would be the biggest hunt the family had engaged in ever since those beavers drank Bubba Blue's moonshine. All the leftover C4 from back then had just been going to waste ever since!

"Hold up," Pa Buford called out over the CB radio in his jeep. "Ya'll stop at this clearin' up here."

Obediently following their Patriarch's instructions, the other two jeeps pulled to a stop in the clearing. Flinging open the doors, they hopped out onto the ground, dried leaves and twigs crackling under their heavy combat boots. Armed with their firearm of choice, the Masterson clan all gathered 'round to hear the words of Pa Buford.

Unfolding a cheap plastic table on the ground, Pa laid a map of Hope Springs across it. Running a tobacco-stained finger across a circular area marked on the map, his eyes darted between the other members of his clan. "We know that the 'Vine Stalker' been seen mostly in this area here. We know he don't like it when folks exercise their God-given right to hold dominion over nature, neither. That means we's already know how to draw him out!"

The other Mastersons slowly nodded along, with Cletus being the first to speak up.

"If'n thats how it is, Pa, then let's slaughter us up some elk and deer!" Cletus' face stretched into a grin full of missing teeth. "That's sure to make him good and proper mad!"

Pa gently shook his head at this plan, reaching out to place his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "Now Cletus, that ain't the way of Jesus."

"Ah..." Cletus hung his head as Buford made his way to the back of his jeep. "I'm sorry, pa, you right."

Throwing open the trunk of the vehicle to reveal many stacks of red cylinders, Pa Buford grinned cheerfully to the others. "We gotta [i]blast[/i] this 'somebitch out with some proper [i]dynamite!"[/i]

A chorus of hoots and hollers filled the forest in that moment as the Masterson clan quickly began unloading every ounce of C4 they had on them. In a startlingly short amount of time, they manage to rig up their section of the forest with the explosives in such a way that the resulting wildfire could potentially endanger every animal, plant and perhaps even human being living there when they went off.

Yeah, that should lure their Bug Man out!