It was only two hours into November 5, 1985 in the wildlife preserve when the hunter was able to finally close in on his prey, which became tired and weak from running over rough terrain trying to escape as the predator calmly trailed behind, confident that his perfect record would remain intact and this one would not have the honor of being the one one to get away.

Four hours into this game, one trip over a few loose twigs marked the beginning of the end. He smiled at the sight of his target on the ground gasping for air and life, helpless after putting up a fight, it was his favorite challenge.

“No… no, don’t. Don’t, please. Please, don’t,” the woman pleaded, before looking into the hunter’s crazed smiling eyes and knowing then and there she would meet her fate… in the woods.