I Hunt Unicorns

What lead to the to the annilhation of this distant cousin of the white-tailed jackrabbit, were the very antlers they were famous for. Over the vast grasslands and prairies across the states of the great plains having antlers taller than your long ears was an easy way for a hunter to spot you. The only physical benefit they had was to protect themselves from birds of prey. The transcendental benefits however were of course something that just couldn’t be allowed.

Besides defending them from aerial assaults the antlers had the incredible ability to detect even the slightest of vibrations. For centuries the native people of the land had found the jackalope to be the most impossible creature to hunt because they feel when a bow string was being drawn back. But simply killing a jackalope wouldn’t be enough because when it dies its spirit leaves its body, and finds the nearest living wild hare to enter into. That rabbit will then find a jackalope and mate with it which will then in turn lead to the birth of a another jackalope. Unfortunately for that varmint today however, I know all there is to know about hunting it and I have just found its tracks.

The thunder roars and the rain comes down in sheets during this storm crossing over the fields of Wyoming. Lightning rips through the sky and the sound and chaos of the scene makes today perfect for huntin’ jackalopes. From the looks of its tracks it was dragging its back left leg.

Initially when the organization had first became aware of the animal’s abilities and inevitably ordered its extinction the beast had no frame of reference for the firing of a gun. And by then their hunters and long knew how to encrypt incantations, that prevent the spirit from leaving the body, onto weapons. Eventually though the hunting slowed down because they grew to learn to even detect the feel of a finger beginning to pull on a trigger. Lucky for me I am the benefit of possessing a top of the line long range spear gun with a thumb push button trigger. The tip of the spear of course encrypted with the necessary incantations.

I see it! Its soaked and panting as its hips looked miss align. The last time anyone saw one was in 1968. Consequently, a year later in became legal to take photos of wild rabbits in the State of Wyoming. I am the first person to see this animal alive in over fifty years. This is one is most certainly the very last of its kind. I take aim. Lightning flashes, three seconds pass, and thunder roars. Soon another flash and four seconds go by fast before the sound of thunder. The storm is moving away. Flash! One, two, three, four, I press my thumb. By the thunder’s end the jackalope is no more.