My name is Cordell Carper and I am 17 years old. I live with my grandma who is 73 years old, she has practically razed me. I was only 3 when my parents died in a car crash. I never even really got to know them; they were on a 4 year mission in Africa. I was born 2 months prior to their leaving and was placed in the care of my grandmother Annie. Having grown up in the Rocky mountains with her ever since and home schooled as there is no local school to send me to, not to mention I love it this way cause class dose not last long. Plus Annie is rich and buys me pretty much anything I want and I am allowed to do whatever I want with very few rules. She has bought me a 44 mag. pistol which is one of the most powerful handguns in the world. Not to mention the 4-wheeler and snow mobile, the only rules are to be back before dark, do my school work and chores first; other than that I have pretty much no rules.

I had just finished my school work and asked "Annie may I go down the trail beside the cabin? I promise to be back before dark." I knew it like the back of my hand even though it was about 10 miles long. "Yes" Annie owned pretty much her own mountain. I walked out to the shed where all my cool stuff was stored except the 44 which I kept on my side less I was in the shower or in bed and in that case it was in my top nightstand drawer. I had a little time getting the 4-wheeler started but I finally was off down the trail slow so my grandma would not fuss till I was out of ear shot then it was 30-40 miles an hour. I stopped the 4-wheeler in a wide spot so I could take a leak; funny thing was that I felt as if I was being watched. I looked around but no one or nothing was there. "Who is there?" I called out but no answer. I decided that it was better for me to just leave the place and so I was off again. Then I came across the reason why I was always coming out hear. I had built a shed just on the outer most part of a large clearing. In this shed was a nice rifle that I had found in the cave about 400 yards off the other side of the clearing. I had been working on this gun for a while now and was almost finished. I had been buying parts off the internet and tools that I need to finish the job; and I planned on making this day the day I would finish. I unlocked the shed and stepped inside just as the snow began to fall.

I began by starting a fair and taking my coat off. I then walked to the rifle that had been smashed prior to my finding it, how I don't know but I had all my parts now and was egger to use it. I finished attaching the scope and was done and it only took me 3 hours to finish it. Then I placed it on the table put out the fire and put my coat on, it was time for me to go that and the ammunition was still on its way in the mail. I got back on the 4-wheeler started it right up and was going down the trail back home and I still had this feeling that someone or something was watching me. I stopped and began to look around but nothing. When I got home and parked the 4-wheeler the feeling was still there I watched my surroundings carefully as I walked to the front door and let myself in. I walked through the house towards the stairs and headed for my bedroom. I was tired and wanted a hot shower and a nice, good night's sleep.

When I awoke the next morning I went and done my chores and headed to the kitchen. Witch was full of a good smelling aroma. Annie was making breakfast and I was excited to see it was pancakes and bacon with homemade biscuits. "Yummy" I sat down at the table and stuffed my face while Annie drunk her coffee. "No class today I am taking the day off and painting" "10-4 Annie." "May I go out on the trail then?" "Yes, oh and this came for you this morning while you were doing your chores." "Oh thanks I have been waiting for that." I finished up and headed for the barn, it had snowed 2 feet last night so I took the snowmobile. I headed down the trail but even now I felt as if something was watching me. I did not pay any attention to it and just kept going. I went inside and loaded the weapon with hallow point 416 rounds. I took a target down through the field about 50 yards so I could line up the scope. I fired the first round and it was only an inch to the right and two inches high. I realigned it and shot again, it was an inch high which is what I wanted so I could shoot long range. Then I went and moved my target to 200 yards, hit dead center when I shot. I was satisfied for now and went home, I then took my shower and watched a little TV before bed.

Middle of the night I awake to a noise and my window was open and I was shore I had shut it before I went to bed. I had no idea how it had opened but when I went to shut it I saw a figure disappear behind a tree not 20 feet from the house. I went to my draw and grabbed my 44 put on my boots and went downstairs. I snuck out the front door and around the side of the house. Nothing was there, it was like it had smelled me coming or heard me and I was so quiet that I could stalk up to a deer and kill it with a knife, so nether was very likely. I went back to bed having a little bit of a hard time falling asleep but I done it. When I awoke the next morning I seen my window was open again and I could not help but to look around making shore that I was unharmed and that nothing was missing. Nothing was wrong and nothing was missing so I just went on about my day getting dressed and doing my chores.

I was going down the trail and thinking about the nights past events and could not help but wonder who or what was sneaking into my window. It made no sense to have someone coming in because they were not taking anything but an animal could not get in my window being on the second floor. I got to the shed and went inside started the fire and decided to go long rang with the target today. I speed down the field and set it up at 300 yards and get down with the bipods. I shot and hit just left and down of the center, I was aggravated I wanted a center shot but did not get one even though I shot 3 more times I stayed close but did not hit it. So I decided to take the target out to 400 yards and was hitting just a little further off. When I moved to 500 yards I was shooting all over the place but got lucky and hit the center twice in 6 shots. And all of the shots would have killed anything I was shooting at because the target was only about the size of a squeals head. I went to get my target and put it away with my gun and locked up the shed. I was then going down the trail back home as it was getting dark.