The Hunt

There we were. Just me and this tree. The wife and kid were off gallivanting around, safely among the 2 footers, but this thing... man - must been 8 feet tall standing up. I had the standard issue bow saw, rusted and worn from a few tough trunks that came before me. I can't say I wasn't intimidated. The site of a living breathing Noble Fir had me trembling from both the nerves and the excitement. I knew what I had to do. It wasn't gonna be easy, nor would it be pretty - but when a man comes face to face with tree like this theres only one possible outcome. Beyond a good 25 minute battle with the 5" trunk and a coupla hand blisters later - I had slain the beast. I claimed its life in honor of the baby jesus and my family. After field dressing it I dragged it back to my wife and young child. They gazed in awe at my victory and we mounted the carcass on the roof racks of my fine German Sport Wagon. This tree would feed our christmas spirits for a good 3 to 5 weeks. I was proud to serve my family, but one hollow part of me dreams of a world where man and tree can coexist peacefully. Maybe another place at another time... not this place... not this time.