WARNING DO NOT READ IF YOU HATE HUNTERS

Well, i was hunting, and while out with my dad, we found our kill. They ran off but the won that attacked me had rabies. It had no fear so it rushed us. My dad was in a tree stand so he had to take his time to get down. My only weapon i had out was my .306 Scoped rifle. To dangerous to fire from the hip. It tackled me down, and ripped into my leg. (I have a scar on my leg going from my ankle to my kneecap to prove it, 42 stitches) While he was on me i took my only chance and bashed his face with my fist. As soon as he was off, i pulled out my bowie, ready for another charge. Luckily my dad was down by now and shot the thing in the chest.

Bout a month ago? Just thought id share it cuz my scar is coolio