Pages from a Mission: The Journal of M. E. Jenkins, Dinosaur Hunter (Episode 1)

Dino McDuo

After years of discussion and planning, I have finally undertaken my great mission, my calling, to hunt the mighty dinosaurs through the forests of Penn's woods. I left home several days ago with naught but a small pack to carry my weapon and my bike to ride them down. I'd been hearing rumors of the insidious creatures standing as rampantly as one can stand in the midst of the new children's hospital. No righteous tracker-of-beasts like myself could allow this atrocity, so I hopped on my bike and flicked it into gear, heading for the hospital by the shortest route possible. The road was rough, pocked with the treacherous pits that characterize this urban jungle.

I'd been tracking a pair of 'saurs for over two miles when I finally crested a hill and found myself face to face with the beasts. I felt a shiver of fear creep down my spine, threatening to thread its way through the muscles already tensed for the imminent clash with my prey. Lucky for me, my long training prevailed and the well-practiced motions occurred seemingly without effort or thought. The moments stretched and I captured the smaller of the two dinosaurs first, dodging around behind the larger to get it with my second shot.


The bright colors of the smaller creature suggested a poisonous touch, but such trickery won't catch this seasoned dinohunter off-guard.







Part of the trick is to avoid blinking when encountering a dino, they'll eat you just that fast.





The larger 'saur was viciously camouflaged for its natural environment. Fortunately, I caught it out on open concrete, rather than hidden in the olive green foliage among many other animals and vases where it could blend in.





Do try to keep an eye on their ramming vases. Like the priceless Ming vase in Worms, it's an extremely devastating weapon, particularly when applied to the head of an enemy.






With two fewer dinos menacing the region with their maliciously unphotographed, colorful, standing ways, I could take a moment to rest. However, there are others out there. They could be anywhere, and until they're found, this dinosaur hunter's work is never done.

Dinosaurs Captured: 2
Miles Traveled: 2.3
Average Miles Per Dinosaur: 1.15