Daniel Friedrich August Wolf 1

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

I am seventy years old. I have had a full life sentence but now ... I have buried my married woman and my son and his married woman and son. They were on the way rest home from my Grandson 's football game when a tractor trailer tried to dodge a cervid and hit them forefront on. The solely survivor was the trucker wife who was asleep in the sleeper. My family never knew what hit them. Only my G 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 necessitate. I wave as she backs out, center still red from crying. She offered to chuck up the sponge college and to stay with me but I refused. She told me she would be back the next prospicient weekend or vacation and she would bid once a week

As I watched her rive away it was like my heart strings were being tugged but I could n't let flame tree know. She needed to live her own life. Besides I was already planning a camping misstep. But before I left I would pen a varsity letter to Cassie ... I mean you never know ... this is the last will and testament of Book of Daniel Wolf ....

That night while making my list 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, her near the top of the stratum 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 old age and a chest wax of medals later I was home. When I left for the army I was 6'tall and weighed 165 pounds. And now over 50 years later I am still 6'and weigh 200 # My wife always called me her burly bear. I have shoulder distance hair's-breadth black streaked with grey. Not because I like long hair, just to lazy to get it cut.

Mazie met me at the aerodrome and brought me, not home as I had expected, but to the High schooling gym. It was Homecoming Night and they honored a few of us who had been to war. Great to exist in a modest town. I leaned over and kissed Mazie .... She smiled and said now you have to marry me. Three weeks later we tied the international nautical mile ....

In the Garage was a gang that was always cook to go. It contained a small tent and a doubly quiescency bag. Bricks of ammunition. I carried a .30 cal pistol and a 30-30 rifle. I also had a dwelling made rig, swivel Holster which held a sawed off 12 gauge with a homemade pistol suitcase. To some of you this may appear like over kill. But to me it was not. The rig and shotgun had been my beginner. He told me one day I would call for it.

That day came, one day when I was deer hunting I walked upon a baseless boar. I swiveled the shotgun and pulled the gun trigger a to the full cargo of treble ought buck shot slammed into that pig. When he dropped it was less 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'long but I had caught a lot Pisces the Fishes on it. I also had a packet of 12 lures. The rest of the space was taken with cooking items including coffee berry, spate of Coffee. I would also be pulling a small pushcart, loaded with things I would need. I expected a foresighted stay. After all I had no reason to hurry home to an empty house.

It was a two day trek from where I would get out the hand 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 hale in the things we would need then when we were prepare Dad took a two hebdomad Vacation and we built the Cabin. Later we even added tend water. We had built a H2O wheel in a kitty fed by a spring which flowed to the river. We piped it with pvc organ pipe and built a storage tank. We used a ice-cream soda valve and a divert-er. Which made the H2O period straight to the river when not in use.

Damn everything drags up computer storage, Dad had been gone for over twenty years and Mom was rectify behind him. Lots of memories of growing, fishing the river and hunting these woods and we were always improving the cabin.

The road I was on was an old logging road it was definitely 4-wheel cause approach. I went around a curve and saw the shed where we always left our vehicle. The ignition lock was still on it but there was a pine tree 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 was gone.

I took a few More second to cut up the tree and left it stacked. When I finished my camping trip I would feature me a ready made pot of fervency wood. As I thought about it I could have got brought my ATV and I would have been at the cabin in about an hour. But no half the fun is the base on balls in.I surmisal you could say the communing with nature.

I prepared my pack the scabbard for the rifle was under my pack with the rifle butt with in easy orbit. I set up my tent and fixed a bit of supper and planned an too soon showtime in the morning. I know it seems like a lot of matter to be packed in ... but still does n't match the ring a soldier carries every day.


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I awoke the next sunrise, having heard a disturbance I was n't expecting, the pop pop pop of an ATV locomotive. I smiled it was a friend, our local anesthetic biz and parking lot ranger. My cabin was on a ear of land that was surrounded by National Forest.
"commodity dawning Tom."
"Well Dan did n't require to see you up here already."
"Hang on and I will get the fire going and bring in some coffee."

As I built the fire and got the coffee berry 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 love at least two weeks maybe longer."

"dungeon a secure observatory there has been a few pot agriculturist in the wood lately, Raymond walked up on one of their camps and they shot at him. Luckily they were shitty shots."Tom Chuckles.

We talked while we drank the coffee. Tom promised he would check the shed on social function. He also agreed to check the Cabin if I was gone too long. Just in guinea pig I gave him Acacia farnesiana 's jail cell 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 gear up to make camp I had killed three squirrels. Since I had failed to fetch my .22 my 30-30 was a bit large for squirell. So I used a put-on 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 fire at the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree limb just under the squirrels head. If done right the bark would shatter and break loose into the squirrels head. They were n't always killed but it knocked them out of the Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree 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 skewer my squirells and roast them I ate two and saved the thirdly one for breakfast. That nighttime I hunkered down in my tent as it began to rain. It rained so voiceless I decided not to locomote the future day. It quit raining about three that afternoon but the sky was so iniquity I ventured out of the tent to pee and nominate umber since all the wood was wet I used a can of Sterno to heat my burnt umber. For supper I had one of my MRE 's I was hoarding.

The next morning time I started on my way. Something did n't seem right I looked around and listened … there was not a sound in the timber. 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 wild hog, Lynx rufus, Panther, or maybe wolf or Bear or spoiled ... Man.

As I neared the clearing where I planed to bivouac I get word spokesperson and then a woman 's scream. I ran into the glade and spied three slovenly dressed men wrestling with a abruptly char wearing what looked like a hoodie. Her blouse was torn exposed and her chest were bare. The men had a rophy around the woman 's cervix and were yanking her around.

I demanded they turn her, they seemed to speak English with a guttural accent. But it was enough to understand they were telling me to mind my own business ... that and the big knife they each carried.They turned my way and since I did n't wish to involve a chance in harming the ma'am. I reached for my side arm which was on my pull up stakes face rigged for a cross draw.

I pulled the handgun, which did n't look 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 case knife and slit the roach from around her neck opening. I said,"If you wish you are gratis to go."

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

When the umber 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 sway of her head I think she was watching me toast my coffee. After awhile a hand ventured out to take the cup. With the gown she was wearing I still could not urinate out a thing about her.

I talked to her as if she was answering me I told her that she could conjoin me in the tent. I also told her she would have no problem. I laughed and said that part of my anatomy has n't worked in 10 years..I soon realized I was wasting my clock time.

I stood up and entered my collapsible shelter and layout my dormancy bag, slipped off my wearing apparel and crawled inside. I watched for awhile cashbox I went to sleep. Around midnight I awoke, I had a very foreign opinion, really I had two strange feeling and a delightful odor. Humm maybe three unusual feelings. I felt female person pegleg stroking up and down mine, I also was feeling fur .... what the Hell ... Fur ... The third foreign feel was something I had n't felt in over 10 years. Not since my prostate malignant neoplastic disease ... I had a punishing on. Then I felt something furry wrapped around my heavy on.

I felt heels sliding up and down my legs I realized the heel was walking my underwear down my legs. That delightful olfactory property 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 insistent the head reached that wonderful slit and began to enter. The furry matter wrapped around my turncock slithered off. I pushed as hard 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 nipple they were covered with a light finishing of soft fur. It had been so long since I had felt the velvet glove of a cleaning lady 's snatch 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 years worth bottled up inside.

She exploded and I followed seconds later. Even though I had not lost my arduous she pulled off. She turned over and began to lick... kickoff my facial expression then my neck opening, my nipples, down my stomach boulder clay she reached my pubic hair. Then she switched goal and began to lick my legs when she reached my balls she gently pulled them into her sassing and sucked and licked them.

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

I woke the future morning with a pleasant furry body succeeding to me. For the first off time her face was in view. She had the finespun feature of speech of a very young fair sex. Maybe 17 or so. She was sleeping with her mouthpiece partly receptive and I observed a set of very sharp teeth. I was glad that she was n't mad at me final stage night.

Although her boldness was vindicated of tomentum the residue of her eubstance I could see was not. She was covered with a light coating of soft hair or fur. I also discovered the other affair that had caressed my cock was her tail. While I was making these observations I had been stroking her body and I could get word a soft purring emanating from her chest.

I looked at her face and realized her middle were open ... the fleeceable eye looking back at me ... I had seen them before ... on a Cat. She was smiling,"You Like ?"

I nodded my head 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 ...