Daniel Wolf 1

All my life I had been a hunter and fisher but the retiring few years I had not been able to pursue my past multiplication. Now that I am almost alone, who knows

I am seventy geezerhood old. I have had a full life but now ... I have buried my Wife and my son and his married woman and son. They were on the way home from my Grandson 's football game when a rig tried to skirt a deer and hit them head on. The sole survivor was the truckers wife who was asleep in the sleeping car. My family never knew what hit them. Only my Grand daughter is left and she is in college, tomorrow she goes back and I will be alone.

I gave sweet wattle my married woman 's car, I had no need for it and I still had my Pick-up. That 's all I would ever need. I wave as she backs out, eyes still red from crying. She offered to stop college and to stay with me but I refused. She told me she would be back the next long weekend or vacation and she would call once a hebdomad

As I watched her pull away it was like my warmness strings were being tugged but I could n't let Acacia farnesiana know. She needed to live her own life. Besides I was already planning a encampment trip. But before I left I would drop a line a letter to mimosa bush ... I mean you never know ... this is the last testament and Testament of Daniel Wolf ....

That night while making my inclination of what I would need, I thought back to my youth. My wife, Mazie and I had grown up together. She was the typical girl next room access. We graduated high school school, her near the top of the class and me near the bottom.

She had scholarships to college and we agreed she had to go. And me I received a letter that started out"Greetings"I did n't even make love where Vietnam was but I soon learned. I was prosperous three days and a chest of drawers full phase of the moon of medal later I was plate. When I left for the Army I was 6'tall and weighed 165 Cypriot pound. And now over 50 days later I am still 6'and weigh 200 # My wife always called me her burly bear. I have shoulder length haircloth black streaked with Second Earl Grey. Not because I like long hair, just to lazy to get it cut.

Mazie met me at the airport and brought me, not home as I had expected, but to the high school day gym. It was Homecoming nighttime and they honored a few of us who had been to war. Great to exist in a small town. I leaned over and kissed Mazie .... She smiled and said now you have to marry me. Three weeks later we tied the mi ....

In the Garage was a pack that was always quick to go. It contained a little collapsible shelter and a double sleeping bag. Bricks of ammo. I carried a .30 cal side arm and a 30-30 rifle. I also had a home made rig, swivel Holster which held a sawed off 12 gauge with a homemade handgun grip. To some of you this may seem like over kill. But to me it was not. The rig and shotgun had been my Fathers. He told me one day I would need it.

That day came, one day when I was deer hunting I walked upon a wild wild boar. I swiveled the shotgun and pulled the trigger a full load of image ought buck barb slammed into that pig. When he dropped it was less than 3 human foot from my leg. I still shiver when I think about it.

I also had a breakage down fishing rod. When put together it was only 6'foresighted but I had caught a lot fish on it. I also had a packet of 12 lure. The sleep of the space was taken with cooking items including coffee, lots of java. I would also be pulling a small cart, loaded with matter I would take. I expected a long stay. After all I had no reasonableness to hurry home to an empty house.

It was a two day trek from where I would leave the truck till I arrived at my cabin along the river. My Dad and I had built the Cabin over 60 years ago. Every weekend we would drag in the things we would need then when we were set Dad took a two week holiday and we built the Cabin. Later we even added move body of water. We had built a water steering wheel in a pool fed by a spring which flowed to the river. We piped it with pvc pipe and built a storage tank. We used a float valve and a divert-er. Which made the pee flow straight to the river when not in use.

darn everything drags up memories, Dad had been gone for over twenty days and Mom was good behind him. Lots of computer storage of growing, fishing the river and hunting these Sir Henry Joseph Wood and we were always improving the cabin.

The road I was on was an old logging route it was definitely 4-wheel campaign approach. I went around a breaking ball and saw the shed where we always left our fomite. The ringlet was still on it but there was a pine tree diagram across the cap. I reached into the camper-shell and pulled out the diminished chain of mountains saw I always carried. In a few instant the pine tree tree was gone.

I took a few to a greater extent transactions to cut up the tree and left it stacked. When I finished my camping trip I would have me a prepare made stack of flaming Grant Wood. As I thought about it I could have brought my ATV and I would possess been at the cabin in about an hour. But no half the fun is the walk of life in.I guess you could say the communing with nature.

I prepared my large number the scabbard for the rifle was under my pack with the rifle rump with in wanton orbit. I set up my collapsible shelter and fixed a bit of supper and planned an early commencement in the morning. I know it seems like a lot of thing to be packed in ... but still does n't jibe the pack a soldier carries every day.


Daniel wildcat 2


I awoke the next morning, having heard a noise I was n't expecting, the pop pop pop of an ATV engine. I smiled it was a supporter, our local game and car park Texas Ranger. My cabin was on a ear of land that was surrounded by National Forest.
"good aurora Tom."
"fountainhead Dan did n't expect to see you up here already."
"Hang on and I will get the fire going and make some coffee."

As I built the flaming and got the coffee bean going I told Tom It was just too lonely at home. And if I was going to be alone I might as well be doing something I enjoyed.

I poured us both a cup of black coffee and Tom agreed with me,"well Dan how long you expect to be up here this time."
"Do n't know at least two weeks maybe longer."

"hold a honest lookout there has been a few pot growers in the forest lately, Raymond walked up on one of their camps and they shot at him. Luckily they were lousy shots."Tom Chuckles.

We talked while we drank the coffee. Tom promised he would check the shed on occasion. He also agreed to check the Cabin if I was gone too long. Just in typeface I gave him Cassie 's mobile phone number.

Tom headed farther into the forest and I packed up and began my trek to the cabin. As I walked I hunted. Before I was ready to urinate camp I had killed three squirrels. Since I had failed to bring my .22 my 30-30 was a bit large for squirell. So I used a whoremonger my dad had taught me ... My rifle had a scope on it so I could draw a tighter bead and I would try to 'Bark'the squirell. This meant I would fuel at the corner tree branch just under the squirrels head. If done right the bark would shatter and burst into the squirrels head. They were n't always killed but it knocked them out of the tree and they were stunned long enough you could get to them and knock them in the head..

I set up my collapsible shelter and started my fire I cut me a few sticks to skewer my squirells and roast them I ate two and saved the thirdly one for breakfast. That night I hunkered down in my tent as it began to rain down. It rained so hard I decided not to move the following day. It quit raining about three that good afternoon but the sky was so dark-skinned I ventured out of the collapsible shelter to pee and make coffee since all the Sir Henry Joseph Wood was wet I used a can of Sterno to ignite my coffee. For supper I had one of my MRE 's I was hoarding.

The next break of the day I started on my way. Something did n't seem rectify I looked around and listened … there was not a strait in the forest. I checked my shotgun, when it got this quiet it usually meant an apex predator was on the prowl. That could be anything from a natural state hog, Bobcat, Felis concolor, or maybe wolf or Bear or worse ... Man.

As I neared the clearing where I planed to camp I heard part and then a cleaning woman 's sidesplitter. I ran into the clearing and spied three slovenly dressed men wrestling with a forgetful woman wearing what looked like a hoodie. Her blouse was torn undefended and her breast were bare. The men had a roofy around the woman 's neck and were yanking her around.

I demanded they release her, they seemed to address side with a guttural idiom. But it was enough to understand they were telling me to mind my own business concern ... that and the big knife they each carried.They turned my way and since I did n't wish to take a fortune in harming the lady. I reached for my pistol which was on my left side rigged for a cross draw.

I pulled the pistol, which did n't seem to bother them at all. I thought Oh well ! I fired into the footing. When the sound of the shaft ceased the three men were gone. I pulled my suit knife and slit the rophy from around her neck. I said,"If you wish you are complimentary to go."

I pulled off my gang and began to set up my tent. She sat cross legged with her head leaned forward I was unable to create out any features at all. After setting up my tent I built my campfire and began cooking the rabbits I had taken as I walked.

When the coffee was ready I poured two cups. I handed one to her but she seemed to ignore me. I sat the cup by her genu. I noticed a slight tilt of her head I think she was watching me drink my coffee bean. After awhile a hand ventured out to accept the cup. With the robe she was wearing I still could not produce out a thing about her.

I talked to her as if she was answering me I told her that she could join me in the collapsible shelter. I also told her she would have no trouble. I laughed and said that function of my soma has n't worked in 10 years..I soon realized I was wasting my time.

I stood up and entered my tent and layout my sleeping bag, slipped off my wearing apparel and crawled inside. I watched for awhile till I went to sleep. Around midnight I awoke, I had a very strange feel, really I had two foreign feelings and a delightful odour. Humm maybe three strange tactile sensation. I felt female legs stroking up and down mine, I also was feeling fur .... what the Hell ... Fur ... The third strange feeling was something I had n't felt in over 10 long time. Not since my prostate cancer ... I had a hard on. Then I felt something furry wrapped around my surd on.

I felt heels sliding up and down my branch I realized the heels was walking my underwear down my legs. That delightful odor was coming from inside my sleeping bag. I felt the furry thing that was wrapped around my 7"miracle and was drawing it toward that pleasant odor. The instant the psyche reached that wonderful incision and began to go in. The furry thing wrapped around my prick slithered off. I pushed as tough as I could and quickly bottomed out.

Instantly I found out I had a wildcat bouncing around my cock. I reached up and grasped a couplet of perfectly formed tits they were covered with a get down coating of soft fur. It had been so tenacious since I had felt the velvet glove of a woman 's pussy grasping my stopcock. She began twisting and moving up and down and jerking sideways. It was more than I could stand after all I had 10 years worth bottled up inside.

She exploded and I followed secondment later. Even though I had not lost my hard she pulled off. She turned over and began to lick... First my face then my neck, my mammilla, down my stomach till she reached my pubic hair. Then she switched ends and began to lick my legs when she reached my balls she gently pulled them into her back talk and sucked and licked them.

Then her tongue licked up and around the point of my cock. I felt a bit useless just laying there so I started stroking her legs till I reached the center of her universe. I stroke along the out of doors then inserted 1 finger then two. It was delightful then she swirled her knife around my hammer and I exploded again. Truly there was not that a lot sleep gotten the residual of the night.

I woke the following morning with a pleasant furry body next to me. For the initiative clip her face was in vista. She had the finespun features of a very untried woman. Maybe 17 or so. She was sleeping with her sass partly out-of-doors and I observed a set of very knifelike teeth. I was glad that she was n't mad at me finis night.

Although her face was make of whisker the rest of her body I could see was not. She was covered with a light coat of soft hair or fur. I also discovered the other thing that had caressed my tool was her tooshie. While I was making these observance I had been stroking her body and I could hear a soft purring emanating from her chest.

I looked at her face and realized her oculus were spread out ... the common centre looking back at me ... I had seen them before ... on a Cat. She was smiling,"You Like ?"

I nodded my brain and said,"Yes ... very much."“ What are you ?"

She smiled,"I am a Jessup Cat."

"... And what is a Jessup Cat ?"

She looked at me and began to speak ...