A freezing cold wind was blowing over the Nepalese mountains. I was out there in the wild, hunting, watching for my prey. Or was I being followed by something I couldn't see? Was it the breeze that made the snow covered vegetation make these noises?
No, something was behind these bushes, something wild and hungry. And it was always hungry, even after slaughtering 5 sheeps of my village. It was down to the ferocious cat and me now, me and my spear.
Suddenly it jumped out of the grey fog with a big roar. We looked into each others eyes, how would I be able to defeat this wild beast. The it attacked, I stepped back, throwing my spear in the direction of the wild mountain of muscle in front of me. A millisecond decided if I were to live or die. The spear hit the creature in the head, it stumbled but its ferocious self still managed to reach me. With its last remaining powers it jumped for my leg. I was stunned, couldn't move. I fell under the weight of the beast. Teeth hammered through my flesh. I felt the pain but suddenly it stopped. Life had left the fur covered muscles. The Snow Leopard was dead.
I put it on my shoulders and limped back to my village.
That was the worst thing that happened to me trying to get Snow Leopard.