Around noon the following day, Jeff is picked up by Dean and his family in their RAM, which has a camouflage paint job.
“Hey Dean,” Jeff says cheerfully as he gets into the car and they speed away, “so, where are we heading?”
Deans grins, “we’re heading to the beautiful forests of Maine,” he says.
“Nice,” Jeff says, “I’ve heard that Maine has some of the most beautiful forests, and that they are teeming with wildlife”.
Dean nods, “yeah, I’m hoping to at least get me a 12-pointer,” he says.
Dean’s dad snorts, “dream on, kiddo,” the 45-year-old man says, “you’ll never beat my record of a 10-pointer!”
“HA,” Dean says, “I’ll show you”.
They all chuckle, they drive for a few hours, until they finally arrive at the campsite, “welcome to the forests of Maine,” Dean says, as they get out the car, “at least one of many”.
Jeff inhales deeply, “man, has been a while since I breathed such clean air,” he says, “this forest is really beautiful, at least from what I can see”.
“Let’s get everything set up,” Dean’s dad, who’s name is Trevor, says, “tomorrow, the hunting can begin”. They all then set out to unload the car and set up the tents, before sitting around the campfire, eating steak and telling each other stories before heading to bed.
Jeff awakens early the following day, as he crawls out of the tent he notices that the others seem to still be sleeping, so the teen decides to explore the nearby area, wanting to check for any fresh tracks, not planning to venture far and stay close to the campsite.
After walking for a while, Jeff stumbles upon a small creek with clear water and he can even see some Salmon swimming up the current, probably heading towards a much larger body of water, “damn, the Bears sure have plenty to eat,” the teen says to himself. Jeff decides to follow the creek for a little while, after a while, Jeff finds himself standing by a big lake, which is surrounded by dense forest. The teen’s eyes widen and he lets out a whistle, “man, I must say,” he says, “we really have lots of ground to cover,” as he continues to admire the landscape, Jeff suddenly hears rustling behind him.
The hairs on the back of Jeff’s neck stand up and he can sense that he is being watched by someone or something. Jeff tenses and slowly turns around, his eyes widen and he starts to back away, not noticing that he is backing into a big tree as the creature slowly steps out from the brush.