JohnDoe60

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  1.  I'm trudging along, heavy with wood and furs, and half mad with hunger, headed in what I hoped was generally the direction of the Logging Camp. Off to my left I hear a grunting, which sets me sprinting to my right. I was too low on energy to change direction when I realized I was heading up the slope to the old lookout. I turned when I ran out of breath to see a bear galloping around a woodpile  back where I'd come from. I kept heading up the slope thinking maybe I'd be able to get far enough away or break the line of sight, not thinking that I should drop stuff.

    I made it about 8 paces before the bear was on me. It wasn't a particularly vicious mauling, there was no gear scattered about. All I could think about as I picked my bleeding self up was how my buddy Mike29 had been unfairly killed by a bear just the other day. Still wobbly, the bear heading down the slope, I took out the rifle and aimed. Blood sprayed, and it mauled me again. I was in pretty bad shape this time so I grabbed the emergency stim from the pack. With the adrenaline coursing through me I picked up the rifle and took aim just as the bear was hanging a left around some rock at the bottom of the slope.

    The smart thing to do would be head in the other direction and patch myself up pronto, but this thread ain't about being smart... strafing down the slope, heart pounding like it was going to explode, I took a shot as soon as I could.

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