Don't tell me that wolves aren't an inspiration for irrational terrors. Just don't.
It seems this prizewinning asswipe from Florida shot his hunting guide in the arm because he thought what he heard was "wolves coming to get him". My only sense of joy in this tale is that this pathetic and cowardly dipspork will live the rest of his life knowing what a total wimp he really is.
"How'd your hunting trip go, Dave?"
"Well, I shot my guide. But I thought it was Lon Cheney comin' to eat my liver. What big teeth it had, not that I saw 'em in all the terror. And hell, I only pissed down my leg once."
Anyone who reads this journal knows that I have an irrational intolerance for blatant stupidity. This one takes the cake. I'm firmly of the belief, right now, that out-of-state hunters should be banned from Montana. Don't let 'em in. It's simple. And if the state needs the revenue, fine; charge $10,000 a license and make them sit through a western wildlife lecture before they get turned loose, being stupid and all, with big fricking guns.