Continuer after a LONG TIME....

Elk Horn woke up and stepped out of the wigwam into a cold frost filled morning. He had on the new leggins and his long sleeve elk hide shirt. His rabbit lined moccasins made way to the outside fire where his father was looking over his quiver full of freshly made arrows. He watched as his father felt the obsidian points that could kill a black bear in seconds. There were 10 arrows his father would carry in his birch bark quiver and Elk Horn would carry his 12 arrows in his wolf hide quiver. He looked at his bow in his hand made from hickory. The string made of milkweed. He knew if that arrow hit well that the bow had enough power to go completely through the buck he was after.
His father motioned towards the woods. Elk Horn threw a small bag that contained his bow drill set, jerky and sinew along with another bowstring, over his shoulder and headed in the direction his father was going quiet as a cougar.

Elk Horn stopped as his father did; up ahead was a boar black bear feeding along the hollow they were going through. If it was the end of the hunt and they were without meat they would kill the bear but it was just the beginning....