08-29-2015, 03:11 PM
When he wakes, he realizes that the sun is setting and thinks he should get dressed and probably make camp as best he can for the night. Johnny gets up and dresses himself, keeping his body-armor off as it wasn't necessary at that time, looking around, finding some relatively dry wood and some good sized stones around, he quickly collects them up to build a fire pit and get a nice fire set up in there. His survival training would come in handy for sure now, he thinks to himself as he uses some strike anywhere matches from his belt to light the kindling, the fire is soon crackling softly, he puts a good log on to keep it going as he heads into the woods, thinking of hunting down something to eat.
It doesn't take long before a Deer comes nearby, the same one he spooked earlier by the looks of it, Johnny is cleverly hidden up a tree and takes careful aim with his carbine, not wanting to waste the shot, he slowly lines the crosshairs up on the target and gently squeezes the trigger. "KRAKOW!" the shot goes off, booming like thunder, causing birds and animals of all kinds to scatter as the bullet streaks through the air and slams through the Deer's neck, severing the brain stem, causing near instant death, the creature stumbles and falls over, its life extinguished. He feels a pang of guilt about it but the buck would guarantee he had food for at least a week if not more by the size of it. Johnny calmly climbs down the tree after slinging his rifle and moves over to the dear to begin the often seen as gruesome task of emptying the carcass and cleaning it, the Deer is far enough form his camp he can leave the leftovers to the wolves he assumes can inhabit the forest so he quickly works at getting al the good meat off this prime buck he just claimed the life of.
After having spent the better part of a half hour getting all the meat he needed off the Deer and returning to his camp, he finds the fire is getting weak so he kindles it some more, giving it more fuel, getting it burning nicely while he finds some sticks to fashion into a grilling tourniquet or spit-roaster as some like to call them. The meat is kept on a relatively clean looking rock, he ahs to really rough it sadly. The meat will have to be cooked in one go, all of it to guarantee longer keeping. Johnny gets to work on it, the cooking taking a good deal of time but the results meant he wouldn't go hungry.
It doesn't take long before a Deer comes nearby, the same one he spooked earlier by the looks of it, Johnny is cleverly hidden up a tree and takes careful aim with his carbine, not wanting to waste the shot, he slowly lines the crosshairs up on the target and gently squeezes the trigger. "KRAKOW!" the shot goes off, booming like thunder, causing birds and animals of all kinds to scatter as the bullet streaks through the air and slams through the Deer's neck, severing the brain stem, causing near instant death, the creature stumbles and falls over, its life extinguished. He feels a pang of guilt about it but the buck would guarantee he had food for at least a week if not more by the size of it. Johnny calmly climbs down the tree after slinging his rifle and moves over to the dear to begin the often seen as gruesome task of emptying the carcass and cleaning it, the Deer is far enough form his camp he can leave the leftovers to the wolves he assumes can inhabit the forest so he quickly works at getting al the good meat off this prime buck he just claimed the life of.
After having spent the better part of a half hour getting all the meat he needed off the Deer and returning to his camp, he finds the fire is getting weak so he kindles it some more, giving it more fuel, getting it burning nicely while he finds some sticks to fashion into a grilling tourniquet or spit-roaster as some like to call them. The meat is kept on a relatively clean looking rock, he ahs to really rough it sadly. The meat will have to be cooked in one go, all of it to guarantee longer keeping. Johnny gets to work on it, the cooking taking a good deal of time but the results meant he wouldn't go hungry.