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So I'm sure we've all been there, beautiful diffused sunshine, cool breeze.
A perfect day for taking some pictures of our favorite obsession. So it seemed..
I've been practicing my meager leather craft skills and making sheaths for a few of my Bussekin and thought today would be the right time to take some "glamour" shots.
It was during this moment I saw a flash of orange and heard an eerie whisper that seemed to carry with the breeze.
I rushed to catch what I had seen on camera, my phone at the ready.
I didn't put much thought into what must be some misplaced decorations.
We painted pumpkins this year but those two looked nothing like anything I laid a brush to.
I simply carried on with my photo session, blissfully snapping away, rearrange then snap away some more.
I noticed as my perspective changed, my view of the background did too...
Somehow between moving the knives around and setting up for more pictures, the pumpkins had moved.
I quickly moved the stump I was using as a base closer to the back porch and my loaded Glock 19.
Still not seriously alarmed, I was beginning to question the nature of these mysterious gourds.
I set the knives up in one final arrangement and set to capturing the perfect family picture.
Odd..
It was here that the broke their guise of harmless seasonal squash and let out two bloodcurdling screeches that left me cold.
Before I knew it they were upon me, bounding from the woodpile to the stump where my sheaths were laying, helpless, alone.
The more aggressive of the two made another move, materializing that damned stick again to provide a closer point of attack.
Then a flash of light and another singular, more frightening scream emitted from the aggressive pumpkin, it showed its true face, green with rot and glowing with radiation the flesh dripped from its gaping maw.
Without a second thought I pulled my BG ASH from the stump and swung fiercely with all my strength (not much).
Thankfully the blade did its job and split the evil creature in twain.
From here I knew I was in place of danger, this close to an otherworldly beast that had yet to show its true form.
After the last encounter I knew time was against me.
My trusty hound had heard the commotion by now and was inspecting the area close by for more of the ghastly beings.
Before the creature could shift forms or even teleport again I grabbed the remains two blades on the stump and thrust them with all my might (again not much) into the orange demon.
It wasn't until I circled the monster to reposition for another attack that I saw what was left of the true face of this evil, the damned spirit frozen in its transition to the other world.
Ensuring that spirit stayed trapped in the gourd was of utmost importance, so I dissected it like the frog from school.
I was left with a pile of rotting flesh and horrid intentions. Fearing the destruction my blades caused was not enough I set forth to raze the creatures in fire.
I left the yard before I succumbed to the foul smoke emanating from the burning corpses.
I've been inside drinking coffee and cradling my Rucki ever since.
I don't know how, but I think Andy's encounter this year with a similar demon may have spread spores into the air..
They're multiplying and coming for us Hogs, Rats, and Dogs.
So grab your sharpest blades and prepare yourself.
This is the only warning you may get..
A perfect day for taking some pictures of our favorite obsession. So it seemed..
I've been practicing my meager leather craft skills and making sheaths for a few of my Bussekin and thought today would be the right time to take some "glamour" shots.
It was during this moment I saw a flash of orange and heard an eerie whisper that seemed to carry with the breeze.
I rushed to catch what I had seen on camera, my phone at the ready.
I didn't put much thought into what must be some misplaced decorations.
We painted pumpkins this year but those two looked nothing like anything I laid a brush to.
I simply carried on with my photo session, blissfully snapping away, rearrange then snap away some more.
I noticed as my perspective changed, my view of the background did too...
Somehow between moving the knives around and setting up for more pictures, the pumpkins had moved.
I quickly moved the stump I was using as a base closer to the back porch and my loaded Glock 19.
Still not seriously alarmed, I was beginning to question the nature of these mysterious gourds.
I set the knives up in one final arrangement and set to capturing the perfect family picture.
Odd..
It was here that the broke their guise of harmless seasonal squash and let out two bloodcurdling screeches that left me cold.
Before I knew it they were upon me, bounding from the woodpile to the stump where my sheaths were laying, helpless, alone.
The more aggressive of the two made another move, materializing that damned stick again to provide a closer point of attack.
Then a flash of light and another singular, more frightening scream emitted from the aggressive pumpkin, it showed its true face, green with rot and glowing with radiation the flesh dripped from its gaping maw.
Without a second thought I pulled my BG ASH from the stump and swung fiercely with all my strength (not much).
Thankfully the blade did its job and split the evil creature in twain.
From here I knew I was in place of danger, this close to an otherworldly beast that had yet to show its true form.
After the last encounter I knew time was against me.
My trusty hound had heard the commotion by now and was inspecting the area close by for more of the ghastly beings.
Before the creature could shift forms or even teleport again I grabbed the remains two blades on the stump and thrust them with all my might (again not much) into the orange demon.
It wasn't until I circled the monster to reposition for another attack that I saw what was left of the true face of this evil, the damned spirit frozen in its transition to the other world.
Ensuring that spirit stayed trapped in the gourd was of utmost importance, so I dissected it like the frog from school.
I was left with a pile of rotting flesh and horrid intentions. Fearing the destruction my blades caused was not enough I set forth to raze the creatures in fire.
I left the yard before I succumbed to the foul smoke emanating from the burning corpses.
I've been inside drinking coffee and cradling my Rucki ever since.
I don't know how, but I think Andy's encounter this year with a similar demon may have spread spores into the air..
They're multiplying and coming for us Hogs, Rats, and Dogs.
So grab your sharpest blades and prepare yourself.
This is the only warning you may get..
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