Gus could barely contain his excitement. For a moment, he just smiled ear to ear, pacing back and forth in the snow. His heart was thumping like the first time he had sex. He didn't even expect to see this wolf today, let alone shoot it. There the big grey bastard lay. His shot left a neat circle of red in the white snow. This elk killer was huge. So big that from his two hundred yard shot, he could see it taking its final breaths. Breathing at a rapid pace, Gus couldn't wait any longer, it was time to see this beast, he had been stalking for seasons now.
As an elk hunter, Gus wouldn't say, publically at least, that he hated wolves, the fact was, left unchecked, they decimated the game he and others loved hunting. That was the public excuse. If he was honest, he had malice in his heart for these four-legged terrorists. Wolves are extremely adept at evading capture, superbly good hunters, and Gus knew that this animal he just shot was a local nuisance. He was just doing the high country of Idaho a service. When he got back to town and told everyone, not many people were going to be upset at this kill.
Wading through the thigh-high snow, his excitement grew. Knowing this wicked animal was finally down, filled him with glee. So many bull elk had fallen to this ferocious killer. Just upon him now, he looked and saw one of the biggest wolves of his life. It's teeth we're menacing and the size alone of the beast was enough to make a man shiver. It just lay there not moving, eyes looking glassy in death. He couldn't wait to get his victory picture. Fairly...