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As Tim, James and I rolled up to the house set back in the Wisconsin wilderness, I had a feeling this wouldn't be as easy as we were hoping. This was Tim's first real hunt and was along simply to watch and learn. At 22, he was married only a year ealier and was now a soon to be father. Tim was just starting his apprenticship and I had tried to convince him this was not the line of work he should be in. He was funny, courtious, and smart. He was impatient. He didn't like to follow instruction. He always felt his way was better. He, with the support of his wife, wanted the be a bounty hunter.

We were well armed and had good information on our prey. Our bad guy was wanted in connection with a home invasion and multiple homicide. He was holed up in an old family hunting cabin. This also ment he was also well armed. He knew the land. And he was ex-military.

We parked a quarter mile down the drive and approached on foot. It was early and it was cold. Just before dawn we reached the cabin. A jeep was parked out front. There was one door in the front. James and I would flank the cabin so we could see the front door the sides and back woods. When the bad guy left the cabin I would talk. If the guy got twitchy with a gun, James would shoot. The plan was to take this guy alive if we could, but we had no problem putting a few holes in him first if need be. James was an excellent shot. I had no worries we could do a non-fatal capture. We settled into place. I was to the right of the front door. Behind a few trees about twenty feet away.

James was off to the left about 40 feet back. He had a better view of the back since he was uphill from the cabin. Our bad guy stepped out onto the porch of the cabin, wearing jeans and a flannel shirt. A pistol was tucked in the waist of his jeans. He was smoking a cigarette, enjoying the crisp morning air. As he closed his eyes, his face pointed to the rising sun a sharp crack of deadwood breaking underfoot told us all where Tim was. About fifty feet directly in front of the cabin behind the first clump of pines. I give our bad guy credit. He never flinched. By looking at him you would think he hadn't heard a thing. He takes a long drag off of the cig and throws it into the rocks. A few stretches and lazy scratches and he brought his hand into danger territory. With his .45 James lets him know that he shouldn't have gone for his pistol. A shot to his hip. It spins the bad guy around around and he drops face down howling in pain. I'm pretty sure he wasn't faking that pain. Tim comes running into the clearing in front of the cabin after seeing our man drop. Starts babbling about how sorry he was about giving his position away. Before we can yell for Tim to stop, our bad guy rolls up into a sitting position and shoots Tim. Square in the forehead. With a .357 magnum with hollow point.

They both had closed casket funerals.