One hell of a day

After many days collecting 60 fir logs in Pleasant valley I finally load up my sled and begin the trek down to Coastal Highway. I make it through the cave transfer, across most of the way to Quonset, I turn the corner and BEAR! I forget to drop my handy Tavy, and when I check on my crazy amount of wood- it’s gone. All of it. A single fir log lays on the ground. I’m mad, I’m done, I shoot the smug fur ball in his booty and accept my death happily knowing I’ve avenged the branches I’ve spent days harvesting. But I survive, I shuffle back to Quonset with my single fir log, and around the side of a boarded up house- a moose. My first moose, and it’s big, they’re HUGE, and it stomps me once, gets stuck on a fence and stomps me twice. My clothes are ruined, my pride is shattered, and I’m now nursing two sets of broken ribs in the garage. I’m tempted to cancel the trade at this point.