Author: Charles Fetters
Page count: 224
Price: Paper back $15.00 Kindle $6.00
Charles lives at the Head of the Great Lakes in Superior Wisconsin. He owns a home improvement business by day and writes his storys by night.
Tell us about your book:
After years of being bated with a cocktail of raspberries, growth hormones, and human body parts by a young, greedy and unscrupulous hunting guide. These wild bears grow to a monstrous size and no longer understand their true role in the natural world. The largest male begins to wonder through the Northern sections of the Park, scaring the wits out of any human he meets.
The smell of human has for the past six years meant raspberries. When these humans refuse to give him the one thing he craves more than all else, his patients runs out. Some hikers and campers escape but those few who don’t, suffer a death so violent it terrorizes the first responders as well as Park management.
When the Chief Warden suffers this horrible fate then something has to be done with this Grizzly. They call in the Federal Wild Game Bounty Hunters.
These men are expert trackers and highly skilled hunters with vast knowledge of Bear activity and patterns. However, there is nothing normal about this bear.
After 24 hours the hunters realize this will be the most dangerous hunt of their lives. It soon becomes a battle for supremacy; the calculating human mind and their big guns against monstrous size, brute strength and absolute terror.
Man has not won every battle against Mother Nature. Can they win this one, or will this Patriarch successfully defend his territory?
How long did it take to write the book?
About 14 months plus several editings
What inspired you to write the book?
I enjoy telling storys with a bit of drama
Talk about the writing process. Did you have a writing routine? Did you do any research, and if so, what did that involve?
I would write weekends and those evinings that I was not exhausted. I have lots of free time in the winter so I wrote the bulk of the story then. I researched the World Record Grizzly. Basicly, I Googled it. I used Google Maps to zoom in on Glacier National Park to get the perfect location for the setting.
What do you hope your readers come away with after reading your book?
Well I hope they put the book down thinking it was a good story, maybe a bit shocked at the ending. With enough possitive feedback I will write a sequel.
Where can we go to buy your book?
paper back: https://www.createspace.com/3753767
Any other links or info you’d like to share?
An audio version will be coming out soon. I don’t have a link yet. You can watch for it on “I-Tunes.”
Excerpt from book:
The first officer looked at Warden Brandon and insisted, “give it up Warden, we are going in with you and we are wasting time.”
He reached over to his shoulder with his right hand and squeezed the radio mic. “112, 124.” A short pause then.
“Go ahead 24.”
“112; We have a situation at the Kintla Ranger Station. Possible man down, we are going in for an assist.”
“24; man down, affirmative. Do you need back-up?”
“112; no mam, we have a Warden.”
“24; clarify. Is this man civilian or officer.”
“112; Officer mam, Chief Warden Hayward.”
“24; Chief Warden Hayward, affirmative. Do you request an air lift?”
“112; Not yet, mam. It’s search and rescue as of now.”
“24; Affirmative, search and rescue. Keep me posted.”
“112; yes mam.”
Warden Brandon stood there in disbelief at their bravery or ignorance, but was very glad he wasn’t going in there alone. It would be well after dark if they had to go all the way to Flat Top Ridge.
As the officers retrieved their hiking gear out of the trunk of the cruiser, Brandon was preparing his gear as well. When they saw Brandon’s 50 caliper Remington they suddenly got the gist of what they were up against and rushed out to get the
only big guns they had with them, two 12 gauge pump shot
guns with slugs. They may not bring down a grizzly but they would certainly get its attention.
Two hours later they crested Flat Top Ridge.
Warden Brandon was surprised at the two officer’s physical endurance. Nether man seemed to ever tier much, in fact the way they kept talking, it seemed like they had more energy than Joe himself. Maybe it was their training regiment, maybe it was nerves, Brandon didn’t know. Never-the-less, the Warden appreciated the fast pace they had set. It allowed them to reach the Ridge by twilight, making it unnecessary to use their flashlights-saving them for the trip back.
All three men came to an abrupt stop when they spotted the gruesome scene of Chief Warden Hayward’s remains. They quickly lowered their packs and pulled out their flashlights.
Shining the light on the horrible sight one officer whispered,
The other spoke a little more loudly, “holy shit, look at this.”
Brandon was speechless. This was his boss and friend laying in peaces, spread out over the campsite. He had done his best to convince his boss not to come up here alone but he had insisted. Brandon thought of the man’s family, his wife and two teenage kids, that would now be on their own. Anger at himself started to boil within him.
“God Damn it!……….This is my fault. I should have insisted that I come here instead. At the very least I could have been at his side. He should have never been allowed to come here alone.”
One of the officers tried to console him, “there would just have been twice as many body parts to hall back. If a bear did this, it would have to be a big one. A big bear with a nasty attitude.”
The other officer spoke up, “a big bear that is wounded.”
He was shining his light on a track imprint in the trail. Three toes were missing and spots of fresh blood lined the print. This was the spot the bear had stood on his hind feet before the attack.
The other officer spoke in shock, “Look at the size of those tracks! That is one big fucking bear!”
Brandon stood there silent, his mind wrestling with guilt
One of the officers asked him if he was going to be alright.
Brandon forced himself to snap out of his negative thoughts and come back to the task at hand.
“We need a helicopter to retrieve his body. Does the State have one available?”
“Yes we do, I’ll call it in.”
He reached to his left shoulder and squeezed the mic. on his radio.
“112; we need a recovery lift. Victim DOA.”
“24; is this victim Chief Warden Hayward?”
“24; chopper dispatched, please set GPS.”
“24; we have your GPS.”
“112; we have a PDS, (particularly dangerous situation,) will need lift for 3 officers as well, please prepare the chopper for the extra weight.”
“24; do you need back up?”
“112; no, we just need to get the hell out of here.”
“24; affirmative, chopper will handle the extra weight.”
“112; what is your ET?”
“24; ET in approximately 22 minutes.”
“112; affirmative, 22 minutes. Officer requests the chopper hit high gear. We have a wounded grizzly loose here in the dark. We may not make it 22 minutes.”
Suddenly there was a screech on the radio and other transmits could be heard but only for a second. This screech was a warning that went state wide. No one was to use the radio unless they too had an emergency.
“Rescue 1, go to Code 1, Code 1.”
They could hear the chopper pilot radio back.
“112; affirmative, code 1.”
“24; stay in radio contact at all times. Chopper ET, now in
approximately ten minutes.
“112; I’m not going anywhere, affirmative ten minutes.”
Code 1 genericly meant, “officer in trouble.” It would motivate responding officers to get to the scene as quickly as possible. The pilot and the EMT had reluctantly stood up from their TV show and began to move as soon as they heard the call. However, it was a different story when they heard Code 1. They would run to the chopper instead of walk and the emergency equipment would be prepared in-flight instead of pre-flight. The chopper engine would not be given a chance to warm up. Once at power it would lift and fly.
On Flat Top Ridge the three men were now moving closer to the horrible sight of Chief Hayward’s torn body. The bear had scattered body parts out a considerable distance. One leg was found more than a hundred feet away. The three men reluctantly began to pick up body parts and return them to the torso. This would make it easier when the recovery chopper arrived. The entire mess would have to be put in a body bag for transport.
Warden Brandon bent down to straighten the torso. He rolled the Chief over onto his back as the officers placed the leg and arms next to it. His intestines were spread out for some distance and in many peaces. The smell was horrendous but Brandon placed them back the best he could. Tears dripped off his cheeks as he worked to give the body as much dignity as possible.
One officer stood up and began to take his gloves off.
“Do you hear that?”
The other two men looked at him with surprise.
“That’s just it. There is no sound at all except for our breathing.”
Brandon and the other officer stood taking their gloves off as well. Brandon could not remember ever hearing the forest so quiet. Once his gloves were off, he bent down and retrieved
his light and riffle. Both officers brought their shot guns up to a ready position and released the keeper strap on their pistols.
Nothing moved, absolute silence. The stillness seemed to
give one a sense of claustrophobia in the near darkness of the evening. They were all now shining their lights in different directions. Each man fighting the urge to panic.
One officer shined his light at his watch and spoke quietly, “ET approximately six minutes.”
Quoting Gordon Lightfoot’s “Edmond Fitzgerald,” Brandon spoke softly, “where does the love of God go when the minutes turn to hours?”
Just then the other officer whispered with shock in his voice, “look!”
The other two men turned to see what direction he was looking at, then shined their light at the same place. What they saw was the most frighting sight ether of them had ever seen. It was like a shocking scene from a horror movie. Two large green eyes reflecting the light stood out between two huge tree trunks. It was to fare away to make out anything but the eyes with their flashlights.
One officer whispered, “what the fuck is that?”
Brandon spoke, returning his whisper, “grizzly!”
The officer that noticed it first spoke, “shit, now what do we do?”
Brandon said quietly, “keep your lights on it at all times and don’t move. What ever you do, do not panic.”
“If this thing attacks, whats my best shot?”
Brandon answered, “aim for the neck. A head shot will only piss him off. Try to break his neck.”
The other officer asked, “is that my heart beat or is that the chopper?”
Everyone listened closely.
After several seconds Brandon spoke up, “I think that is the chopper but he is at a distance yet. We have another problem guys.”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“I forgot to set the flares.”
“You have flares?”
“Yea, but I need to get over to the trail so they know where
to drop the basket.”
The other officer said, “set them, we will cover you.”
“Yea, do it, do it now.”
“Okay, but warn me if he moves at all and keep those lights on him at all times.”
Brandon started moving to his left keeping his light on those eyes the best he could. His riffle was at his shoulder pointing the same direction as his light. After several steps he had to shine his light at the trail to find his pack. Once located the light went straight back to the bear.
Finally he reached the pack and bent down to open it.
Both officers began screaming then two shots rang out. The loud concussion of the 12 gauge shots, in the silence of the evening, scared the charging bear and Brandon got his light on it just as it disappeared back into the forest.
One officer spoke up, “that was no bear, that was a fucking dinosaur.”
The other officer stated, “I never seen an animal that large before. He must be 3000 pounds.”
Brandon grabbed four flares and dropped his pack then shined his light back to the woods just in time to see the bear making another charge.
He screamed, “here he comes again.”
Both officers pumped in fresh shells and fired at what looked like a moving shadow. This time however, the bear didn’t back off. He stopped right in front of both men, his front legs spread wide and his jaw snapping together in an aggressive act for supremacy.