Jack's final hunt (uncensored)

Jack had just turned 48 and was already beginning to feel his age as the alarm clock rang out it’s time to wake up call.  He leaned back to the empty side of the bed to help him shove his heavy set body upward and out of his bed.  “Damn.” he exclaimed as he stood up suddenly feeling dizzy yet again.  He had spent the last three months waiting for his body to finally quit pumping blood and give him the rest he felt he had earned to this point after all once she left he had pretty much given up.

The phone rings, he picks it up, “Yeah I’m up.  No.  Pick me up at the restaurant like we agreed or don’t bother showing up at all.”  He hung up.  “Damn.”  His frustrations were mounting even his friends were ignoring his requests for peace during his last few months of peace before he got his final rest.  His doc’s had given him maybe three months and he wasn’t going to give up trying to enjoy them the best he could despite everything else going wrong, “One last hunt Jack.”  He kept saying aloud to no one else but himself.  “One last hunt.”

He wasn’t supposed to be driving but that didn’t stop him from making his morning constitutional to the local donut shop for coffee among friends or at least what he had left of them.  Most had left his side when she did months before and he wasn’t about to tell anyone who didn’t need to know how little time he had left, he couldn’t risk them contacting her.  He didn’t want her coming back out of pity for him, she knew he had been sick and left anyway, that’s all that mattered to him now.

“Jack.”

“Oh shut up and pour my coffee already, you talk to much.”

“Hello Jack.” A familiar female voice was heard from the back room but he didn’t turn around.

“You are not welcome here, leave me the hell alone.” Jack snapped much to the surprise of everyone in the donut shop.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were dying, Jack?” She held back the tears though no one else in the shop could.

Jack turned around a tear running down his face, “Because you needed to leave and I didn’t want you to suffer anymore because of me.  Now you need to leave before I do.”  He spun back around hoping she would get up and go but she didn’t move.  The room became deafly quiet.

“GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!”  He was now screaming at the top of his lungs, his veins popping out of his neck to the top of his forehead.  Still she didn’t move but everyone else got out of his way as he did.  Without looking back Jack walked out to his truck put the key in the ignition and drove off just as the “Kid” showed up to pick him up.

Jack flipped him off as he headed for his hunting spot alone for the first time in about ten years of hunting the “kid” didn’t get to go with him at least not invited.  He pulled out behind him as he saw her walk out the door in tears headed for her car.  “Damn.  I told her not to do that.”

He drove up to the spot where they usually parked and Jack wasn’t there but his truck was running and the door was wide open.  He pulled up, parked and walked over to shut off Jack’s truck and lock it when he heard the loud bang of Jack’s shotgun go off.  He blew his whistle thinking that he must have shot a deer but there was no answer, maybe he’s still pee’d off, the kid thought so he headed out to check on Jack in the direction of the shot.

When he got there he found Jack laying flat on the ground outside the blind and he wasn’t breathing.  He had apparently shot to get the kid’s attention when his body finally gave out on him, he shot in the air hoping the kid would find him before it was too late, he didn’t.