Daniel masher 1

All my animation I had been a hunting watch and fisherman but the past few years I had not been capable to follow my past times. Now that I am almost alone, who knows

I am 70 age old. I have had a wide-cut life history but now ... I have buried my wife and my son and his wife and son. They were on the way home from my Grandson 's football secret plan when a tractor trailer tried to fudge a cervid and hit them head on. The solitary survivor was the truckers married woman 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 Cassie my wife 's car, I had no need for it and I still had my Pick-up. That 's all I would ever postulate. I wave as she backs out, eyes still red from crying. She offered to quit college and to outride with me but I refused. She told me she would be back the future farseeing weekend or Holiday and she would phone once a hebdomad

As I watched her pull away it was like my affectionateness train were being tugged but I could n't let Acacia farnesiana have it away. She needed to live her own liveliness. Besides I was already planning a camping trip. But before I left I would write a letter to Cassie ... I mean you never know ... this is the live testament and testament of Book of Daniel wildcat ....

That night while making my inclination of what I would ask, I thought back to my youth. My married woman, Mazie and I had grown up together. She was the distinctive girl next door. We graduated high up schooltime, 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 know where Vietnam was but I soon learned. I was lucky three years and a breast full of medals later I was home. When I left for the Army I was 6'tall and weighed 165 pound. And now over 50 years later I am still 6'and weigh 200 # My wife always called me her beefy bear. I have shoulder duration hair black streaked with Second Earl Grey. Not because I like long pilus, 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 gym. It was Homecoming night and they honored a few of us who had been to war. Great to go in a small town. I leaned over and kissed Mazie .... She smiled and said now you have to marry me. Three week later we tied the burl ....

In the garage was a pack that was always ready to go. It contained a small tent and a double sleeping bag. Bricks of ammunition. I carried a .30 cal handgun and a 30-30 rifle. I also had a menage made rig, swivel Holster which held a sawed off 12 caliber with a homemade side arm grip. To some of you this may appear like over kill. But to me it was not. The rig and scattergun had been my don. He told me one day I would need it.

That day came, one day when I was deer hunting I walked upon a wild boar. I swiveled the shotgun and pulled the trigger a full moon loading of double ought shoot shot slammed into that pig. When he dropped it was to a lesser extent than 3 feet from my leg. I still shiver when I think about it.

I also had a break down fishing rod. When put together it was only 6'farsighted but I had caught a lot fish on it. I also had a parcel of 12 come-on. The rest of the place was taken with cooking items including coffee, mint of umber. I would also be pulling a small pushcart, loaded with matter I would require. I expected a retentive stay. After all I had no intellect to speed home to an discharge house.

It was a two day trek from where I would allow the truck till I arrived at my cabin along the river. My Dad and I had built the Cabin over 60 year ago. Every weekend we would haul in the matter we would need then when we were ready Dad took a two calendar week vacation and we built the Cabin. Later we even added play urine. We had built a water wheel in a pool fed by a saltation which flowed to the river. We piped it with pvc pipe and built a memory board tankful. We used a float valve and a divert-er. Which made the urine flow straight to the river when not in use.

Damn everything drags up retentivity, Dad had been gone for over 20 old age and Mom was right behind him. Lots of memories of growing, fishing the river and hunting these Grant Wood and we were always improving the cabin.

The road I was on was an old logging road it was definitely 4-wheel effort access. I went around a curve and saw the shed where we always left our vehicle. The lock was still on it but there was a ache tree diagram across the roof. I reached into the camper-shell and pulled out the small chain saw I always carried. In a few minutes the pine tree Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree was gone.

I took a few Thomas More hour to cut up the tree and left it stacked. When I finished my camping slip I would have me a ready made pile of blast woodwind instrument. As I thought about it I could birth brought my ATV and I would have been at the cabin in about an hour. But no half the fun is the walk in.I surmisal you could say the communing with nature.

I prepared my pack the scabbard for the rifle was under my inner circle with the rifle goat with in wanton orbit. I set up my tent and fixed a bit of supper and planned an other starting in the first light. I know it seems like a lot of affair to be packed in ... but still does n't match the inner circle a soldier carries every day.


Book of the Prophet Daniel Wolf 2


I awoke the side by side morning, having heard a disturbance I was n't expecting, the pop pop pop of an ATV engine. I smiled it was a friend, our local biz and park ranger. My cabin was on a spike of farming that was surrounded by National Forest.
"Good break of day Tom."
"well Dan did n't expect to see you up here already."
"knack on and I will get the attack going and create some coffee."

As I built the ardor and got the umber going I told Tom It was just too lonely at menage. And if I was going to be alone I might as well be doing something I enjoyed.

I poured us both a cup of dark coffee and Tom agreed with me,"Well Dan how long you expect to be up here this time."
"Do n't know at to the lowest degree two week maybe longer."

"Keep a unspoilt lookout man there has been a few pot grower in the forest lately, Raymond walked up on one of their camp and they shot at him. Luckily they were lousy shots."Tom Chuckles.

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

Tom headed farther into the timberland and I packed up and began my trek to the cabin. As I walked I hunted. Before I was set to make bivouac I had killed three squirrels. Since I had failed to fetch my .22 my 30-30 was a bit with child for squirell. So I used a joke my dad had taught me ... My rifle had a reach on it so I could get out a tighter bead and I would try to 'Bark'the squirell. This meant I would fire at the tree diagram limb just under the squirrels head. If done right the bark would shatter and explode into the squirrels head. They were n't always killed but it knocked them out of the tree diagram and they were stunned long enough you could get to them and knock them in the head..

I set up my tent and started my fire I cut me a few sticks to spit my squirells and roast them I ate two and saved the third one for breakfast. That night I hunkered down in my collapsible shelter as it began to rain. It rained so hard I decided not to go the next day. It quit raining about three that afternoon but the sky was so glowering I ventured out of the collapsible shelter to pee and make java since all the Natalie 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 morning I started on my way. Something did n't seem right-hand I looked around and listened … there was not a sound in the forest. I checked my shotgun, when it got this quiet it usually meant an apex of the sun's way predatory animal was on the prowl. That could be anything from a wild hog, bobcat, Panther, or maybe masher or Bear or speculative ... Man.

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

I demanded they exhaust her, they seemed to verbalize English language with a guttural accent. But it was enough to read they were telling me to beware my own line of work ... that and the big tongue they each carried.They turned my way and since I did n't wish to study a chance in harming the noblewoman. I reached for my pistol which was on my leftfield side rigged for a cross draw.

I pulled the handgun, which did n't appear to bother them at all. I thought Oh well ! I fired into the ground. When the audio of the shot ceased the three men were gone. I pulled my grammatical case knife and slice the rope from around her neck. I said,"If you wish you are free to go."

I pulled off my pack and began to set up my collapsible shelter. She sat cross legged with her head leaned forward I was unable to progress to out any feature 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 cupful. I handed one to her but she seemed to ignore me. I sat the cup by her articulatio genus. I noticed a tenuous arguing of her brain I think she was watching me salute my coffee. After awhile a hand ventured out to take the cup. With the robe she was wearing I still could not take a leak out a matter about her.

I talked to her as if she was answering me I told her that she could join me in the tent. I also told her she would give no trouble. I laughed and said that part of my flesh has n't worked in 10 years..I soon realized I was wasting my sentence.

I stood up and entered my tent and layout my quiescence bag, slipped off my clothes and crawled inside. I watched for awhile trough I went to sleep. Around midnight I awoke, I had a very unusual look, really I had two strange intuitive feeling and a delightful odor. Humm maybe three strange feelings. I felt female ramification stroking up and down mine, I also was feeling fur .... what the Hades ... Fur ... The third strange smell was something I had n't felt in over 10 geezerhood. Not since my prostate Cancer ... I had a hard on. Then I felt something furry wrapped around my hard on.

I felt heels sliding up and down my legs I realized the heels was walking my underwear down my legs. That delicious odor was coming from inside my sleeping bag. I felt the furred thing that was wrapped around my 7"miracle and was drawing it toward that pleasant aroma. The instant the head reached that wondrous slit and began to enroll. The furry matter wrapped around my cock slithered off. I pushed as strong 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 pair of perfectly formed titmouse they were covered with a visible light coating of soft fur. It had been so foresighted since I had felt the velvet boxing glove of a woman 's pussy grasping my cock. She began twisting and moving up and down and jerking sideways. It was more than I could stand after all I had 10 eld worth bottled up inside.

She exploded and I followed sec later. Even though I had not lost my grueling she pulled off. She turned over and began to lick... First my font then my neck, my nipple, down my tummy public treasury she reached my pubic haircloth. Then she switched ends and began to lick my peg when she reached my balls she gently pulled them into her mouth and sucked and licked them.

Then her lingua licked up and around the head of my cock. I felt a bit useless just laying there so I started stroking her leg till I reached the center of her existence. I stroke along the outside then inserted 1 finger then two. It was delightful then she swirled her knife around my cock and I exploded again. Truly there was not that much sleep gotten the rest of the night.

I woke the next break of the day with a pleasant furry body side by side to me. For the showtime time her face was in vista. She had the frail features of a very young cleaning woman. Maybe 17 or so. She was sleeping with her lip partly open and I observed a set of very sharp dentition. I was gladiolus that she was n't mad at me survive night.

Although her face was make of hair the rest of her consistency I could see was not. She was covered with a light coating of soft hair or fur. I also discovered the former matter that had caressed my hammer was her tail. While I was making these observations I had been stroking her body and I could see a flabby purring emanating from her chest.

I looked at her grimace and realized her eye were loose ... the Green River optic 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 ...