From: snuhwolf@netscape.net   
      
   Wanderer wrote:   
   > "§ñühwö£f"  wrote in message news:jr5fil$c6c$1@dont-email.me...   
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   >> Inkan1969 wrote:   
   >> > On Saturday, June 9, 2012 7:42:56 PM UTC-4, Caged Horse wrote:   
   >> >   I thought you quit this newsgroup.   
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   >> >  - Inkan1969   
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   >> WELCOME TO THE HOTEL CALIFORNIA!   
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   >   
   > Such a lovely place.  (Pardon the humor on wry.)   
   >   
   >   
   Indeed. Indeed so. But then Usenet is what you make it. Be sure and   
   check out my original werewolf story on...oh well...I wont make you grep   
   it...here it is...   
      
   'The Fix'   
      
   My dog never batted an eye at my transformation. Since he was a pup he'd   
   watch me go through the skin rippling convulsions necessary for me to   
   become wolf. So it was one crisp autumn day that we were out running the   
   woods where the mountain bikers and joggers go that I took a round to   
   the shoulder. After parking and setting up my bike, we headed out to the   
   southern section of the park to ditch my gear and change. Since it was   
   hunting season the locals were mostly wearing bits of clothing colored   
   "safety orange". My dog had his orange collar but as I was wolf, none   
   for me. I *figured* it would just make me more conspicuous to any   
   hunters.  In hindsight it might have made the idiot who shot me "out of   
   season" think twice before doing so. We had been running at full speed   
   up a ridge when we smelled the humans. Scents of Old Spice and tobacco   
   wafted up from the little valley with the lake. Crouching down behind   
   some evergreens I saw the hunters. Orange looks grey when you're color   
   blind. But they had the audacity to chat quietly and that helped suss   
   them out. My dog usually stayed behind me as I was much larger than him   
   so my alpha status was respected. This time he ran ahead. Maybe the   
   movement and the color of his collar helped the hunters spot us. My   
   running up in front of him to try and turn him back certainly didnt   
   help. At any rate, one of the assclowns raised his rifle and squeezed   
   off a shot. I'll never know what his intentions were but if he *thought*   
   he was shooting a wolf, he had to know the season for us didnt start   
   until next month. So his karma on this day was very bad.   
   The round tore through my shoulder and exited cleanly, missing anything   
   vital. I yelped and ran back up the hill with my dog now sprinting ahead   
   of me. In a few minutes I was back at the place my clothes were stashed   
   and had changed, clothes and form. We raced back to the parking area and   
     made a call to Game & Fish. I wasnt going to let this bastard get away   
   with shooting me, or any other wolf out of season. During the wait for   
   the game warden to arrive, I carefully cut a hole in my shirt and jacket   
   to match the hole in my shoulder. I wasnt going to claim he had tried to   
   shoot a *wolf*. I was going to claim he shot at my dog and hit me.   
      
   It worked. The warden took the bastard away in cuffs and from the   
   follow-up interview on the phone I learned that he lost his hunting   
   license. Permanently. One less bubba beer-nut hunter to worry about.   
      
   -Snuhwolf   
      
      
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