How long had it been since I found out I was being stalked? I’m not sure. Was it just this morning that I was interrupted while eating breakfast? The memory of the angry bullets buzzing by my ears still frightens me. I’ll never know how I could have been so lucky to escape. It seems like years that I’ve been followed, the sun will be going down soon.

Further and further into the wilderness I go, but still the hunter pursues me. Over streams and through rocky gorges but still I can see him behind me getting closer and closer. What did I ever do to him to make him want to hurt me? Relentless, never ending or so it seems to be. Why can’t I shake him?

Up, just keep going upward in elevation, he can’t follow me forever. Twisting here, turning there, I lead the hunter deeper and deeper into unexplored territory. There has to be a limit to his endurance. There has to be a hollow in which I can hide undetected from his watchful stare.

Another bullet buzzes by, and then…, oh no, I’m hit. I stumble and fall hitting my head on a rock that is projecting in front of me. I’m dazed and lose consciousness.

Slowly I awaken, but I’m afraid and remain still. I hear branches breaking as the hunter approaches me. I blink my eyes and see him standing right above me. He’s within striking distance if I can just do it, if I can only muster enough strength to retaliate.

Wildly flaying, I fling out and the hunter falls to the ground and he hits another rock, knocking him out cold. I trickle of blood flows from the side of his face but his chest continues to rise and fall.

The hunter’s bullet seems to have just grazed my fur. The impact with the rock left me a bit groggy but when you’re a bear you have to put up with such things. Quickly I examine myself, and pause to lick the hunter's blood left on my paw.