I was out herding the cattle when I heard a howl that would make a
deaf man jump. There was one more howl and they was on use. A pack of
hundreds of blood curdleing wolves. I jumped off my horse and snatched
one by the tail. I swung him around taking out about a score of 'um.
Then I let him fly, and fly he did. He must have gone 50ft. before he
landed in a pile of the muts. Then I grabbed my uzi out of my holster
and opened fire. I was shaking like an ol' washing machine. When
nothing was moving I struggled out of the 3 foot high pile of shells I
was standing in and dragged a couple home.
I must have chipped all my teeth crunching on lead.
State or Province: WA