My grandpa had taken us hunting up near Big Springs in west Texas. We rode our jeep up the side of the mountain, when suddenly, two families of quail! My grandpa was still teaching my two younger brothers to hunt, so they went with him to follow one family, and I followed the other all by myself. I strode up the mountain, and I carried with me only my shotgun and a bag full of shells. I scratched my foot on a very large rock. I howled in pain, and looked down to see the cut. I tended to my wound for a few minutes. I heard ducks nearby, and I knew that there had to be a pond to wash my cut. I headed toward the sound. I stepped on a twig and six ducks flew off away from the pond. I figured the sound I made had scared them off, so I kept walking there. I was at the shore splashing water on my leg when I heard a splashing sound. I looked up and saw a man leaning over, drinking from the pond. It only took me a few seconds to realize that this was no ordinary man. This man had scales and a lizards head! I was petrified – I couldn't move a muscle. I stood there watching the deformity drink, when all of a sudden I saw it jerk its head up. It eyed me for what seemed like hours. It jumped in the water and started to swim toward me. All I could do was shoot at it. I shot three shells, and then I heard the dreaded click. I ran and ran and ran. I met up with my grandpa, and he didn't believe me. Would you blame him?