You're with your best bud stalking, i mean, hiking the deep lucious forrest somewhere in the pacific northwest. You have your trusty evil assualt rifle(any evil assault rifle will do). Suddenly out of the brush leaps forth a huge hairly creature! your brain screams "Grizzly! Shoot you fool!". Your best bud's brain must've told him the same thing and complete unision you both pepper said creature with a torrent of devastating rapid fire. You grit your teeth and struggle to keep the recoil undercontrol and the rifle on target. Spent casings shoot out in seeminly contiuous streams.
Finally the creature falls to the ground. dead. The air is heavly with delicious gun power and your ears ringing from the veritible orgy of rapid rifle delight.
You and your best bud take a few minutes to compose yourselves. Now you are left with a daunting quesiton. What to do now?
1. f**k it, hide the body. It's better that the gob'ment and Liberals don't find out about this.
2. Have your bud pull out the digital camera as you pose with the bigfoot and post pics at AR15.COM
3. Drag it back to civilization and become famous, hell maybe even go on the Oprah show.
4. Drag it back to civilization and collect the reward, hell there must be a reward right?
5. Look over the body of the expired bigfoot and swear never to touch another gun! for now you understand that guns are evil!