Protagonists:
Ray : Avid Outdoorsman traveling Alaska; 55 years; 5'6" and 190lbs
Ranger Dave : Park Ranger; 60 years; 5'10"
---------- Chapter 1 - written from Ray's perspective
I am an alpha male that has always loved the outdoors and loves to stray from big groups. One of my trips I have often encountered other alphas that were trying to get in my way. At 5'6'' and 190lbs many don't see me as a threat but I know my moves and I have never backed down from a challenge. This story is about a recent trip to Alaska and a serious alpha confrontation that I faced while there.
I was in Alaska to see some of the National Parks. I was with a travel group and needed to get away from people. At one of the stops, I decided to wander away and go off the beaten path. I walked and walked and walked. After some time I came across a ranger station. As I walk up to the place the door opens and a big burly guy in a green ranger pants and light brown ranger shirt emerges.
"What are you doing all the way out here?" he asked brusquely.
"Are you another one of them dumb fuck tourists that lost his way?"
I look him up and down. He is about 5'10" and must be around 290lbs. He has a big firm gut and wears his pants over his belly. A set of broad suspenders are holding the pants in place. They have stripes in different shades of brown with the words "Big Dave" printed on top of it. He has a big chest and big arms and looks like he knows how to handle himself in a confrontation. I notice that he has short stubby legs and a long torso, probably making him slower than other guys his size. He has a clean-shaven face that is probably quite handsome on a day when he is not quite that angry. Due to the print on his suspenders, I assume his name is Dave, so I squint at him and say,
"Well, Ranger Dave, is this how you greet strangers around here? Are all Alaskans that rude or is it just you that's an asshole?"
For a moment, he is speechless then he says,
"Get the fuck off my lands before I lose myself. Who the hell do you think you are, Short Round? Come on my lands and tell me what to do?"
His face turns red in anger. Clearly, he is not used to being confronted, especially by a smaller man like me.
Unfortunately for him, I am not one to back down either so I say
"I'll leave whenever I want. If you don't like it why don't you put your money where your big mouth is and try to make me, fat boy?"
I begin to laugh at Ranger Dave. He is enraged even more and in his rage, he makes a mistake. He walks up to me and gives me a good angry shove.
"What the hell, fat boy, nobody shoves me and lives to brag about it."
