Ruger Wesson was just trying to relax and unwind over the weekend by reasserting his dominance over mother nature: chugging some beer, killing helpless animals, and living out a timeless American tradition. Armed with nothing but a rifle, a six-pack, and an inflated sense of self-importance, Ruger had no idea what he was walking into. Unbeknownst to Ruger, another mysterious hunter stalks the woods. Silent, calculating, and leaving no trace, this predator doesn't take kindly to those who prey on defenseless forest creatures. And unlike Ruger, this apex hunter prefers his target to be five to six feet tall, wear clothes, and walk on two feet. Beep. Boop.
