Hunting for hunters

Travis had nothing to do at the time, so he calmly considered how this tragic chaos had come about. He and Brian went hunting in Alaska. Of course, it was Travis's idea. They were going to hunt moose

, and for this purpose they took M14 rifles with telescopic sights and plenty of ammunition. They rented a modest room in a guesthouse in a town near the forest, Adonty.

On the first day, they set out after dark, but despite venturing quite deep into the forest, they didn't see a soul. So they returned to the guesthouse, angry and cold, but full of hope for a better tomorrow.

The next evening, they took all the ammunition they had with them and set off to a slightly different location than the previous day. They walked and walked through the forest until they noticed bloodstains in the snow. They followed the tracks until they reached a large clearing in the middle of the forest. Something large lay in the center—probably the body of a moose—but smaller dots were moving around it. Finally, the hunters heard the blood-curdling howls of wolves, coming from the carcass. They noticed the small shadows moving quite quickly.

And towards them.

They fled in panic. Travis remembered that they were armed to the teeth, but he wouldn't have been able to stop Brian from running,

and he wasn't eager to resist the wolf pack himself. They headed for the nearest trees, which seemed too far away to escape pursuit. The wolves were getting closer.

Running in the snow is difficult in heavy boots, a thick and uncomfortable jacket, and with several kilograms of ammunition in a backpack. Wolves don't have all these problems—their weapons are their fangs, they run light

and fast, they carry no luggage, they are agile and nimble. That was one of the reasons why one wolf caught Brian. He knocked him to the ground, ripping his leg apart in the process, but also hit him in the head with the butt of the shotgun. Then he heard a loud bang, staggered, and his already short life was cut even shorter.

Travis grabbed Brian and—somewhat carrying, some dragging—led him to a tree. He threw him onto a branch, then climbed up the tree himself. The wolves reached the hideout. Travis fired a few shots, unfortunately missing. While reloading his rifle, he dropped a box of bullets—

it contained several dozen rounds of moose ammunition, which the wolves were now sniffing. He fired until the last bullet was gone—he always saved one last bullet "just in case." Meanwhile, Brian came to his senses.

"Mmm, nnogga... Mmm, nnogga..."

"Don't howl like that, it won't help you."

"Travis, I'm dying. I'll just be a burden to you." Throw me down, the wolves will eat me and let you escape. Please!

Travis refused at first, but after a moment of internal struggle, he agreed. He kissed Brian on the forehead and threw him down.

from the tree. Brian had broken his neck in the fall, so Travis was sure he hadn't suffered. Still, he closed his eyes against the horrific sight. But he could still hear the howling and munching...

After finishing their meal, the wolves had spread out under the tree and waited for the man to give up and come down. Travis, hoping the hunters would leave, now sat torn by mixed emotions. First, he felt guilty for letting Brian die. Second, he was angry with himself for believing the wolves would leave. Third, he wasn't sure what to do next. Until finally, he spotted a box of rifle bullets. He readied his rifle

with a single bullet, broke off a twig

, and threw it toward the box. The wolves immediately gathered there, barking. Then Travis fired.

It was chaos: Travis saw the bullet fly toward the box, and at the same time, the wolves flew toward him. As the first one reached the box, a bullet pierced his paw and flew into the box, causing the projectiles to explode. Instantly, all the wolves were engulfed in flames

– some died instantly, others fled with burning fur, only to collapse screeching a moment later. Travis didn't feel sorry for them – it was bloody revenge for Brian's life. After the slaughter, he climbed down from the tree, buried his friend in the snow, and headed toward Adonta.

And he was so craving moose steak!