Ulf's species were hunters - that's what they did, and they did it well, and they did it everywhere they went in the universe.

They hunt everything, from the tiny, terribly fast light mice of Athegar 4 to the giant Granite Mastodon's of Exontine 6, but when they had hunted down and killed every known game that could be vaguely construed as 'animal' and conceivably be considered a worthy hunt, there was only one kill left to make that would make them Predator #1 across the universe...

When there was nothing else left, they went after The Big Game - And none ever succeeded. Yet.

Ulf intended to change that.

The world was actually pretty central to the known universe, and fairly idyllic - Beautiful unspoiled wilderness, completely uninhabited by the civil species, as no settlement survived long in the apparently mindless, completely random path of the Eardgard Lizard of Eardan 3.

Tracking the thing was a no brainer - Ulf could feel each thunderous step, and the creatures path across the planet was what you expect a moving mountain might leave for a trail.

Other's of Ulf's race had tried everything from precision missile attacks, to city-sized 'tiger pits' criss-crossed by lasers that could breach the hull of an Gandoreon Destroyer. The only successfully kill (or recorded death of the Eardgard behemoths at all) was from the over zealous use of planetary bombardment weapons from an orbiting spacecraft, (and it was disqualified as being the hunters own kill, being the ship had an active crew of 18 people necessary to accurately operate the weapons systems needed).

Ulf figured he needed a more personal approach. After killing the Ornzoth of Shogosoth 9 with his own teeth, the in-your-face approach had always been a favorite.

Approaching the critter attracted no attention from the creature, nor did scaling it's massive frame like the mountain it appeared to be up close. Ulf mused that traveling down the creatures body could seem like a voyage through some weird forest of spines and rolling hills if one awoke unawares on it. He even discovered other, much smaller creatures, that apparently lived their entire lives on the expansive creatures sides, and duly entered them as a new kill into his record book, though they were an easy kill.

Upon reaching the lizards head, Ulf first attempted to breach it's hide with a directional explosive charge, which achieved little but making the creature finally aware of him. It tried to dislodge him, but Ulf had ridden the Ice Beasts of Coran 5 with nothing but his hands and feet, so the creature soon began to panic.

With the creature's painfully sedate pace rapidly gearing up to an absurd rate given the amount of mass the thing was pushing, Uld resorted to drastic measures. A few explosive charges in various orifices eventually rewarded him with a grunt and tremble from the beast, and a trickle of thick blood from the things ear.

Unfortunately, Ulf was out of actual explosives and had to resort to depleted uranium rounds shot directly into the crazy lizards thick brain via the now accessible ear canal. Which might've been more effective, had Ulf thought to bring a bigger gun...

Pencil, photoshop. Entry for  artdecade AD's "After the Big Game" contest. I could have gone for the obvious choice for a guy like me, but I'm not sure I have much to add to the "jocks getting gay in the locker room" genre that hasn't already been contributed by numerous others of far greater talent than I.

(I may still give it a go, tho' these days my porn tends towards the written word, as do my long ass art comments, haha!)