A Creek off the River's Edge
He waited patiently by the creek in readiness. An unlucky fish saw the wild boar innards and opened wide. The Trout snapped down on the rare delicacy and when it did, was grabbed by a large massive hand, some ten to twelve inches long and eight to ten inches wide with sharp claws. The Trout didn't have time to swim away from the onslaught. He held on tight to the 50 inch, 40 pound fish, drooling, saliva rolling down his chin. With his other hand he buried his claws into the vital organs of his catch, rendering the fresh water fish to his death.
She growled when she heard the commotion from the creek some fifty yards away. Her mate had caught their dinner for the evening, along with some wild onions and garlic she collected. In a batch of vinegar, she had pickled frogs, turtles and rodents in an earth laden jar. Now, their meals would be complete.
The massive giant walked up the trail with the fish in his leather pouch. The leather pouch was made from a crocodile, that he caught one month prior. The crock was in a swampy area asleep when he approached it stealthily. He had large feet but he knew how to utilize them in a manner that was very quiet. The creature pounced on the crocodile in one quick thrust, stabbing the animal with an improvised weapon he made from bones from a Razorback Hog. The Crocodile let out a blood curdling howl, that was heard throughout the wood. The creature then took the now dead reptile to a small wooden area about 30 yards away, where he cut and stripped the animal with his bone knife and his well clawed hands. He chopped up the carcass into six inch chunks and put it in his leather bag and hauled it home.
The female Wood Ape screeched when the male was in sight, signaling the coast was clear. They had to be careful of predators, like bear, mountain lion or vulture. There was also another predator, one that was called man.
Men sometimes would roam the forest carrying a type a weapon drapped over their shoulders. This weapon was stronger than lightning but wouldn't flash like lightning. This weapon would bring down other animals quickly and precisely.
Once the male Wood Ape saw a mountain lion hit by this weapon, which brought it down in an instant. The man cut the head of the mountain lion and skinned the feline's hide off. The man looked about nervously, as if he knew he was being watched. The man left the body of the mountain lion. The Wood Ape retrieved the skinned carcass of the headless mountain lion, taking it to his campsite. He ate the mountain lion, along with his mate and several of his kind. His older brother took a large knife that was left behind by man.
They ate their fish, onion and garlic. His mate waited until the right moment, then she produced the laden jar as a surprise. Her mate chuckled and roared as they both immersed their large hands into the jar. The male pulled out a pickled rat, smelled it, then stuffed it into his mouth. The female did the same and nawed down on what looked like a couple of legs. She bit down on a head and puss oozed out of the side.
Sam Peters was was an advid hunter, hunting these parts of the woods for thirty years. Ever since he was a young boy, hunting with his father. Now, he was taking his son Jeremy out for the first time. Jeremy being only six, slung a rifle over his shoulder, trying not to drop the weapon.
"Dad, when are we going to shoot something? We've been out here for several hours now?" Jeremy said looking at his father who had the traditional green camouflage overalls on. Jeremy had the same and asked his father how come they didn't have any orange on. His father said that the smart mountain lions knew that they was in danger if they saw orange. This way they wouldn't spook the prey.
Sam Peters knew to go deep, very deep into the forest to find the best game, especially mountains lions.
A couple of years back he trailed a mountain lion for what seemed like hours. When he saw it, the large cat was sipping water at the same creek that they was now approaching. When he saw it, he fired his 30 ought 6 into the heart of the mountain lion and brought it down. His thoughts was, now he had a trophy for his fireplace mantel. He would cut the head off to have it stuffed later. Then he skin the big cat and would put the pelt on his wall when he got home, impressing his friends. While he was cutting the the big cat up he thought he heard something. He stopped, listened for about a minute, then resumed the cutting on the mountain lion.He couldn't get the nagging feeling out of his mind that someone or something was watching him. Then, there was this smell, this awful smell that invaded his nostrils. He hurried along to what he was doing but had to leave it all behind or take the whole thing with him. He just needed the head and the pelt. He heard that noise again and leaped up, leaving his good hunting knife behind.
"Well son, this is where I got that mountain lion." Sam Peters told his son.
"You mean the one sitting above the fireplace? That lion that's all stretched out on the wall." Jeremy said, eyes becoming wider than silver dollars
"Yes, that's the one."
The creatures heard the noise coming from down the creek. They knew what it was. It was the man creatures, they would have to hide.
Then a shot rang out. The creatures ran from the shot behind a big rock in front of the man and his young one.
"What was that Dad, was that a Bigfoot?"
"Maybe son, but it wasn't a bear and it definitely wasn't a person. It.. It... It's behind that rock!" He said with extreme anxiety.
Sam Peters saw the hairy creatures and it frightened him to all get out. The creatures was large and scary. He fired his rifle again, this time he hit something.
The man shot his mate. In a rage, the creature went towards the now running man and his cub. In doing so, he slipped and fell out of sight of the men creatures.
"Run Jeremy like you've never run before." Sam Peters said.
"Don't worry Dad, I am." Jeremy said as he left his father behind. Looking back every now and then to see if his father would catch up. His father did catch up and would have passed Jeremy but grabbed him and carried him for about a mile in the woods. Sam stopped and looked at his compass, then headed north towards home.
