A long time ago I went out on the land to hunt moose and I came upon a big lake on the edge of the tundra. I set up camp for the night and cached my food supplies under a pile of rocks. I fell sound asleep but I woke up to here rocks rolling around. I couldn't see what it was and I didn't want to tangle with a hungry bear but that was my food it was taking so I made as much noise as I could. I had my rifle ready but couldn't see a damned thing. It kept on rolling rocks and breaking branches and I could just make out a dark mass near the campfires embers. That's when I fired my rifle and that's when it let out the most unearthly howl that I ever heard. Then it started moving fast throught the brush straight towards me. I fired my rifle again but it kept coming and before I could reload I felt it brush right past me and down the path behind me. I lay awake most of the night wondering if it would return but it never did. I did however hear the most blood curdling screams that night and for the following night.

I will never forget!