#puppy hunt

[theartoflovingthomashunt]

The Bogart Diaries 36: the 12 Days of Christmas

[All Thomas Hunt x Alex Spencer] [The Bogart Diaries]

I wanted to do @jamespotterthefirst's 12 Days of Christmas game and I wanted to write a Bogart Christmas fic, but I didn't have time for either so I decided to do the 12 Days of Christmas with Bogart. There is one edit for each day and the prompt used is in the tags for the post! I hope you enjoy!

Bogart's FC is sweetlou_theblacklab on Instagram (His mom is definitely Alex in another life, I mean look at these!)

[egophiliac]

don't think I'm not still deep in the episode 7 brainrot. because OH BOY AM I

(also one more extremely, obnoxiously self-referential thing, I'm -- I'm so sorry)

[reineydraws]

this is how i imagine week 3 at kuraigana starts for zoro & perona lol

[emacrow]

Poison Ivy's little sprout

Ivy just got back to her main base after a lil three month fun vacation with Harley and Cat women. Only to see her giant plants seemingly a foot or two away from one lil growing pod sprout literally shaking as if the Fear of God was put into them.

Now she doesn't remember planting this lil bud, it was sickly green in the leaves and steam, the pod itself seem to be glowing blue that the size of a peach. The chaotic maddening whispers from the plants around her wouldn't even come close enough to where she stand right in front of the lil sprout.

They seem more afraid of this lil plant then the last time Harley accidentally brought her an invasive species plant that sass the hell out of the other plants until she secretly relocated it away.

She grab her plant shovel and replant it into a slightly bigger pot, picking it up and walking toward her lab part that didn't had much plants there, considering the big plant babies immediately took over the previous place where that tiny plant was and inched away from where she was walking to.

Maybe it was sick, with how pale and bright green the plant was and whatever fruit was growing was sucking the literal life out of the plant. She could probably add some extra nutrients and plant fertilizer to help it grow until it was ripe to be plucked. Watering it with enough to last the week after putting extra fertilizer.

Taking just one tiny bud leaf since the silent was deafening coming from this plant was completely abnormal to her to a degree that something was very wrong or this plant was alien not from earth's native plants.

Weeks of research turned to months as she watch with pure heavy fascinating interest, seeing that the leaf she cut off turn into an unstable green goopy mess of dna not even an 15 minutes off the plant. It made Ivy wonder what kind of giant peach was growing from it with how it glow so bright purple yet ominous at night. Her lab never felt so cold yet the heater was on 79 degree for her plant babies.

It was by month of September that was a surprise, when Harley came over to help pick the super sized fresh vegetables and fruits off the other plants to maks chicken salads, not noticing that Harley took the large peach fully ripe from the plant she had been observing on.

She was chopping carrots up into bite sized pieces before Harley's voice spoken out.

"Um.. Ivy? I don't know where you got this plant from that momotaro movie, but I think you just grow a boy from a peach."

Ivy turned around immediately to see Harley looking rather shocked as well, with a peach juice covered sleeping baby boy lay in a half way peeled peach. A wet curly black hair with grey eyes that she know in her gut that it will turn blue later.

Oh no.. she caught the bat-bait disease.

"We're not keeping him." Poison ivy said sternly and sharp to steel herself from that sappy adorable puppy eyed look Harley was giving her.

🥺

"Harley, we don't even have-

🥺🥺🥺

"Har-

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"...."

"One night and then it straight to the the good orphanage near the rich area." Poison ivy sighed, pinching her nose.

"Yessss!" Harley cheered, holding the baby up like he was simba.

It was only for the night, what the worse that could happen.

......

......

......

She was weak to that stare and she knew it.

Poison could only sighed, holding two month old Dara in the baby sling, staring sat which baby outfit to pick, the olive green that had the baby duckies or fern green with the adorable flower patterns.

(Thanks the commenters for telling me the original name. All Google gave me was the Peach boy or Jack and the Giant Peach XD)

[robo-milky]

I know I don’t really post ship art but I love them- Rook living in Vil’s room and is grounded there because Vil wants to look professional in front of his juniors <3 Vil’s new card is irresistible, Rook seconds that.

[pupboyxander]

rlly want someone to help me shut my brain off for a lil bit n j let me be all puppybrained

u can be rough n pin me down, slip ur fingers in my mouth, make me cum over n over, til im only able to think abt how good u make me feel

or u can be soft n hold me, i can wrap my arms around u n bury my face in ur neck, n only have to focus on how comfy i am in ur arms

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

you cannot tease wei wuxian and hua cheng hunting for funsies and not show that to us??? it has to go one of two ways right? either an absolute visious blood bath where everyone cowers in fear or the equivalent of a teenage girl's slumber party. both??? both.

Hunting each other for sport is the keystone to a fun slumber party

[pupcrate]

+ Had to wake Dexter from his little burrito for cleaning 🐾!

[jackpinebarrens]

[samarajethwa]

African Painted Dogs AKA African Wild Dogs/Cape Hunting Dogs are my new special interest animal and they can be yours, too!

[beeg-bark]

Being stalked through the woods by something that likes to play with its prey, feeding as much on your fear as it will on your corpse. It finds your terror so so funny, your pants and whines so adorable and you know you’re nothing more than a toy for it. You’re in its territory and it knows that means it can do anything it wants to you. Bonus points if it’s not alone, if it’s working with something else that’s just as bored or just as hungry. The hunt is nothing but a game to them and you’re the most fun thing that’s ever stumbled into their woods

[cazzyf1]

James Hunt in 1976 with his puppy Oscar

[risen-from-stardust]

Is out!!

Predator - The last hunt (Issue #3)

Extras

[lost--in-a-haze]

Run my little bunny, as fast as you can, as far as you can. It doesn't matter where you are, or how hard you try to escape me, I will always find you. And when I do I’ll tie you up right above the fireplace as my masterpiece, just as any hunter would. Only I get to pull you down whenever I need relief, and for that matter whenever my guests need relieving. To be blindfolded, gagged and tied up, unable to breathe fully or see anything. Unable to move without rope tightening up and pinching you. Taken from a human, and diminished into a piece of art to be judgingly stared at, and poked and prodded at relentlessly. What a pathetic existence you'll have to endure, little bunny. Don't worry though, I'll make sure you can never go back to the life you once had. You’re my favorite artwork afterall, don't you think everyone should know about it. 

[losech]

The first time I bear hunted was three years ago in West Virginia. I have been wanting to do that again for quite some time, but life just kept getting in the way. This year though, I was finally able to do it again. I've had this trip planned since last December and had intended to bring Cinder, but she came into heat a week before the trip so I did not bring any dogs. I was really bummed about that but I didn't let it ruin my mood, and not having to handle a dog was ok I guess.

Anyways, I drove down Friday after work and met up with Alex and his dogs Kuma, Sever, Zhulik, and a pup, Cody and his dogs Dixie and Chooch, Mike, and Matt and his son Nick on Saturday morning. We hiked some rough stuff, lots of sidehilling, straight downs, and straight ups. The dogs treed two smaller bears but nothing shootable, and we ended up not tagging a bear that day. It was a tough first day.

Sunday was easier hiking. Sever went off on his own adventure across the New River, twice, and Cody's two young dogs found and a treed a bear. Nick had the first shot and he took it and got his first bear. While he and Matt skinned and packed out the bear the rest of us kept hunting. The dogs followed some tracks but didn't tree for the rest of the day, and Sever eventually caught up to us, and Mike went home that night.

Monday we went to a new area. It was more of a hiking spot than the long abandoned logging roads we were on the first couple days. It had some nice trails in some gorgeous scenery. The dogs treed a bear shortly after getting to a flattish spot, and I shot my first bear of the trip. Cody and I watched the pup while skinning and packing out my bear and everyone else went on looking for another bear. Matt shot his first while we were still skinning mine, and while they were packing out that bear, the dogs treed again and Nick tagged out. Cody and his dogs and the pup went home that night.

Tuesday we started from camp, it was a bit rough with some brambles at first but the dogs found and treed a bear after we got through that. This bear was roughly the same size as my first but had a gorgeous coat, so I took her. Some hounds were running in the area and we got to listen to that for a while as we hiked to the tree and packed out the bear.

After getting back to camp, Matt and Nick packed up and headed home while Alex and I went to town to get some supplies and switch his phone service. Earlier on the way back to camp, the dogs had ran into someone who knew they were Laikas, and he messaged his friend who was hunting with him about them, and they messaged Alex. Matt and Mike were from Michigan and were still hunting and hadn't had much luck, and I had actually talked to Mike in the past. Since we had service now Alex responded and invited them to an afternoon hunt. I called my brother who was watching my dogs and got permission to stick around until the week was over. We took a couple hours break back at camp where we met up with them, then headed out to another new spot to see if we could find a bear.

This new spot had lots of neat rock formations, but it took the dogs a while to find a track. A couple miles in they struck one and trailed for a bit, then jumped and immediately treed a bear. Until this point we had been looking at smaller and medium sized bears and when Alex and I saw this one in the tree we knew it was big. Mike went in and shot this bear, and it slid down a ways almost to our feet. It dwarfed the dogs, and when we got to it, it really set in just how big this bear was. Easily 300+lbs, we were going to be here all night.

Alex had some other guys coming in that afternoon and messaged them that we were in a bit of a situation and if they could find a way to get to us, to come and help pack out. They drove around trying different roads for a while until Mike (yes three Mikes) talked to a landowner and got him to open a gate for us. By the time Mike, Robert, and Dave hiked in we had a fire going and the bear was deboned and ready to be loaded up. We managed to get that beast into all seven packs and made just one trip up to the truck. We got back at camp late that night and didn't get to bed until about 4am. Matt and Mike drove home and got there the next day.

Wednesday we called off a morning hunt since we all needed sleep. That afternoon we went to a different section of the hiking area I had shot my first bear and tried some logging roads that branched off from the trails. It took a while but the dogs did find a bear, but this bear wouldn't tree. It kept moving a ways, slowly, and the dogs stuck with it. They did that down to the bottom of the ridge we were on and started back up the other side into the hiking trails. Dave had gone back to the truck earlier, the pack out the night before had wrecked his feet, and we got him to come to a road above us and pick us up and take us back to the trailhead and cut a lot of time and hiking out. It was getting dark and we needed to get to the bear fast.

We hiked back in and came across a squirrel hunter who had heard the commotion. The dogs and bear had moved again since we'd driven around, and they moved another time when Zhulik who was still with us heard them and joined in. The squirrel hunter tagged along as we hiked to the dogs. Alex and Mike went in when they got close enough, but the bear spooked and ran. The next time we got close the rest of us stayed way back and Alex and Mike stalked up as quietly as possible. The bear had finally treed and Mike was able to get a shot. Turns out the bear had previously been shot at by a handgun, and the bullet had broken a back leg, and that's why it moved slow and wouldn't tree. Probably by an angry landowner. The squirrel hunter enjoyed watching us skin and break up the bear but said if he ever saw us coming again he'd head the other way. His wife was not happy about how late he was staying out.

Thursday we hiked around but didn't find any bears. Dave was still manning the truck and drive around to pick us up where we'd hiked out. We took a couple hours break then went to try where we had shot the mondo bear. The dogs did get on one, but it managed to lose them, and we tried hiking out to another road but it was full of brush and gates. We had to scramble through a bunch of junk to get to a utility road that finally led to where Dave could pick us up with the truck. It was late enough at that point that I could see the sky was turning pink. When we got back to camp the northern lights were going off, and while we didn't get a bear that day, it did end with a cool show. Viktor had driven out to pick up Alex and possibly hunt the next day, but everyone was whipped including the dogs, and we decided to just sleep instead.

Friday we got up late, packed up, and headed out. I drove straight home and slept almost the entire next day.

The first bear I shot had a neat white patch, which Alex scolded me for almost putting a bullet through, and the second had a lovely coat. I was hoping for a bear that was slightly bigger for my second, but the coat was very nice and I wanted a rug for a friend, and if I had not shot that bear, we would have kept heading north and the dogs would not have happened upon Matt and Mike and we never would have gotten the huge boar. Maybe we'd have found a bigger one later, but I didn't want to risk the rest of the bears being too small or having cruddy coats or not finding one at all, so I took it. Fate and coincidence is weird and that week the world was a very small place. I made some new friends and memories and really hope to be able to do this again next year.

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