Not having a rope of any kind makes dragging the carcass a back breaking work. Having to bend ninety degrees while moving something, no matter its weight, is awful. It's dragged halfway there that I start thinking to hoist it onto my shoulders.
I get into a nice squatting position and heave it over my head and onto my back. The left front leg and hind leg go over the shoulder while its sternum rests right below my back. With it now snug on my, I head out at a better, less painful pace.
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The Night was still heavy when I made it back to camp. Think I took around ten minutes to get back, though without the sun that makes it a flimsy guess. Back to the topic at hand, I set down the fox and set to the stone I used to sharpen the spear.
I climb down into the creek bed and start searching for it, though it will take much longer now that it's dark. The cold waters help to keep me awake, if not a little hypothermic. It's only after feeling the cold seep into the bones that I find that stone.
Hauling out of the creek bed with surprising efficiency, I set to cleaning the fox. The stone's edge had dulled quite a bit and so it was a messy job with a jagged line extending from its jaw to its groin.
A nice knife would make this much easier.
Pulling back the skin while carefully cutting it leads to a slightly tattered fox pelt. I put that off to the side and start on the main body.
I cut open the belly and carefully as I can, remove the intestines, liver, some weird looking organ, another two identical weird looking organs, and the heart. With the insides now out, I remember I need a FUCKING ROPE so that all of the blood with drain out.
How do you make rope? Fuck. I sit there staring at the fox, deep in thought. There's not been many grasses, just a lot of moss. Wait, what do the prey eat if there's not grass? Different train of thought, how do I fix this?
I can't even make a fire cause I never learned how without matches or lighters. How do you start a fire with friction?
"Well shit, raw meat it is."