Daniel Wolf

Daniel Wolf 1

All my life I had been a hunter and fisherman but the past 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 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 game when a semi tried to dodge a deer and hit them head on. The only survivor was the truckers wife who was asleep in the sleeper. 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 need. I wave as she backs out, eyes still red from crying. She offered to quit college and to stay with me but I refused. She told me she would be back the next long weekend or Holiday and she would call once a week

As I watched her pull away it was like my heart strings were being tugged but I couldn’t let Cassie know. She needed to live her own life. 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 last Will and Testament 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 door. We graduated high school, 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 didn’t even know where Vietnam was but I soon learned. I was lucky three years and a chest full 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 length hair black streaked with grey. Not because I like long hair, 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 live in a small town. I leaned over and kissed Mazie…. She smiled and said now you have to marry me. Three weeks later we tied the knot….

In the Garage was a pack that was always ready to go. It contained a small tent and a double sleeping bag. Bricks of ammo. I carried a .30 cal pistol and a 30-30 rifle. I also had a home made rig, swivel Holster which held a sawed off 12 gauge with a homemade pistol grip. To some of you this may seem like over kill. But to me it was not. The rig and shotgun had been my Fathers. 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 load of double 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 fish on it. I also had a packet of 12 lures. The rest of the space was taken with cooking items including Coffee, lots of Coffee.