Safe and secure in their little tan world, Rusty and Sassy drift off to sleep, trusty flashlight by their side...Maybe. (It also looks like they might have gone to sleep, worn out by a wrestling match that ended unexpectedly when the two tired combatants passed out, Rusty still holding Sassy in a headlock.) The serenity does not last long, for with a mighty POW! Mark is jerked out of his peaceful slumber. (Those gosh darn superheroes are fighting again. Don't they ever rest?) Sassy and Rusty still asleep, Mark leaps into action and gets dressed, grabbing his trusty tan shirt as he ventures out into the darkness. (If I were him, I would have taken the flashlight, if not for use as a light, then for use as a club.) Be careful Mark, it could be the poachers, or it could be that alligator you rescued earlier. Who knows. He might be out for blood, and since Bob, Stu, and Phil are nowhere to be found he's going to settle for what he can get.
Walking out into the still of the night (well, except for the gunshots, but those seemed to have stopped for now), Mark buttons up his shirt and heads in the direction of the gunfire. Now, if I were him, I would have probably packed up camp, set a watch, called my friend at the Forest Service, or started moving in the opposite direction, but I am not an intrepid woodsman, so I'm not sure what the proper protocol is in this kind of situation. Though, if I really did feel the need to investigate some gun shots, I would have at least put on a vest of safety orange so that I couldn't be mistaken for a deer or a bear or a puma or a Sasquatch. Luckily Mark is not alone in the forest though, for the Jack Elrod Ball has gone on to scout ahead which is a good thing considering what lies ahead on the trail. Look out, Mark! That's no poacher! It's a giant owl and from far away you look like a field mouse! Run! Run! Run!
Safe and secure in their little tan world, Rusty and Sassy drift off to sleep, trusty flashlight by their side...Maybe. (It also looks like they might have gone to sleep, worn out by a wrestling match that ended unexpectedly when the two tired combatants passed out, Rusty still holding Sassy in a headlock.) The serenity does not last long, for with a mighty POW! Mark is jerked out of his peaceful slumber. (Those gosh darn superheroes are fighting again. Don't they ever rest?) Sassy and Rusty still asleep, Mark leaps into action and gets dressed, grabbing his trusty tan shirt as he ventures out into the darkness. (If I were him, I would have taken the flashlight, if not for use as a light, then for use as a club.) Be careful Mark, it could be the poachers, or it could be that alligator you rescued earlier. Who knows. He might be out for blood, and since Bob, Stu, and Phil are nowhere to be found he's going to settle for what he can get.
Walking out into the still of the night (well, except for the gunshots, but those seemed to have stopped for now), Mark buttons up his shirt and heads in the direction of the gunfire. Now, if I were him, I would have probably packed up camp, set a watch, called my friend at the Forest Service, or started moving in the opposite direction, but I am not an intrepid woodsman, so I'm not sure what the proper protocol is in this kind of situation. Though, if I really did feel the need to investigate some gun shots, I would have at least put on a vest of safety orange so that I couldn't be mistaken for a deer or a bear or a puma or a Sasquatch. Luckily Mark is not alone in the forest though, for the Jack Elrod Ball has gone on to scout ahead which is a good thing considering what lies ahead on the trail. Look out, Mark! That's no poacher! It's a giant owl and from far away you look like a field mouse! Run! Run! Run!
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