Chiva Trail

[§ñühwö£f]

My newest pulp fiction...

-On the trail to Chiva Falls-

Since I had the day off I decided to walk to Chiva falls. Its a really
pretty sight after a few days rain in the summer or if theres been any
run-off from the snow melt up in the Rincons. This was back in the '60's
before southern Arizona was trashed by too damn many people. But I
digress. From the cattle guard it was only about seven easy miles
according to my beat up forest service map of the Rincon mountains. And
this was a nice 'spring' day. Spring in southern Arizona comes in early
March. My old Chevy truck was now visible above me as I descended into a
valley through mesquite scrub and dwarf juniper trees. I was following a
4WD road that took me past two cattle tanks on the way to Chiva. A few
cows grazed here and there in the rangeland. And there was plenty of cow
shit in the streams I crossed. Of course I'd brought plenty of my own
water. Although I'd drank surface water in a pinch. But we didn't know
about Giardia back then. A Datura plant's huge blooms greeted me as I
walked along the road. I'd done a bit once as a kid so I knew better
than to pick the flowers and eat them. While it was hallucinogenic, it
could also kill you.
After twenty minutes or so I saw the second cattle pond and decided to
stop there for a rest. Some type of shore bird was running back and
forth opposite the earthen-dam pond trying to lure me. I was probably
near its nest. I took a swig on my canteen and enjoyed the view: the
Catalinas to the northwest and the Rincons looming massive to my south.
I could now just make out the rock face where Chiva was. It looked like
there might be water going over it. But I was still too far away to
tell. I resumed my trek on the jeep trail and noticed some foot prints.
Some hippy must have decided to bare-foot it to the falls ahead of me.
Now this was the '60's remember, and a lot of people were trying to
"find themselves". I wondered what I would find at the falls. I looked
ahead to where the trail crossed into the brush and sycamore trees along
the head waters of Tanque Verde creek. Nobody in sight to that point. I
got to the creek and could still see the prints leading right into the
creek. I didn't want to bother taking off my boots so I hopped across
the rocks a ways further down stream. When I got back to the trail the
prints were gone. Being a curious type , I had to find out where they'd
gone. I back tracked down the road toward the creek. Right at the edge
were some still-wet tracks exiting the stream. There was something very
odd about them. I looked closer. Either the person was now walking on
the balls of their feet, or this was something else exiting the water. I
double checked where the 4WD trail left the creek and there was no sign
of human prints. I decided it wasn't that critical to know the answer to
this puzzle; I had a day off and I was going to visit the falls.
As I walked I still kept an eye peeled for any further clues. The ground
had turned rocky now and the trail went over several exposed shelfs of
solid rock. Nothing to see here. The vegetation was now transitioning
from high desert scrub to more Juniper trees and grasses. Manzanita
bushes dotted the hills. Their red barked gnarled trunks a pretty
contrast to their shiny waxy dark green leaves. I'd climbed a good deal
in elevation and was at a ridge where the trail forked. One went up the
mountain. My way went into the canyon where the falls cascaded into a
plunge-pool. One more swig of my canteen, a look north up the San Pedro
river valley, and I descended into the canyon. The trail was now very
steep and anyone walking on it would leave a print. Not a good one, as
it was corroded rock-gravel, but an indication none the less.
It looked like I was still following whoever was ahead of me. When I'd
gotten to the base of the canyon, the trail passed over some dirt loam
spots. There I could make out the tracks. Canine. But huge. Easily five
inches across. I felt a little uneasy at that. Wolves had been wiped out
in the area way back in the 1930's. Maybe the hippy had brought his dog.
That was probably it.
Finally I got to the pool below Chiva. There were some enormous boulders
around it that created little cave like areas. I peeked in a few to see
if anyone was hiding there. The falls were a bust. Only a tiny dribble
ran over the edge. But the area was beautiful and there was a good deal
of water in the pool. Some clinging vines ran up the huge rock overhang.
Their tiny purple pink flowers attracted the occasional humming bird. I
took off my boots and soaked my 'dogs' in the cold water. Nice. And I
didn't have to share it with anyone. Even better.
Hungry now, I dug out a chink of hard salami and a piece of cheese and
gnawed contentedly in my desert oasis. Behind the falls is a small cave
up about twenty feet above the plunge-pool. I'd explored it before. It
was only about fifteen feet deep but I couldn't see into it from my
angle. Something caught my eye from the direction of the cave. I looked
up to see a rather large male dog. Standing on its hind legs looking at me.

* * * *

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Post by §ñühwö£f
My newest pulp fiction...
-On the trail to Chiva Falls-
Since I had the day off I decided to walk to Chiva falls. Its a really
pretty sight after a few days rain in the summer or if theres been any
run-off from the snow melt up in the Rincons. This was back in the '60's
before southern Arizona was trashed by too damn many people. But I
digress. From the cattle guard it was only about seven easy miles
according to my beat up forest service map of the Rincon mountains. And
this was a nice 'spring' day. Spring in southern Arizona comes in early
March. My old Chevy truck was now visible above me as I descended into a
valley through mesquite scrub and dwarf juniper trees. I was following a
4WD road that took me past two cattle tanks on the way to Chiva. A few
cows grazed here and there in the rangeland. And there was plenty of cow
shit in the streams I crossed. Of course I'd brought plenty of my own
water. Although I'd drank surface water in a pinch. But we didn't know
about Giardia back then. A Datura plant's huge blooms greeted me as I
walked along the road. I'd done a bit once as a kid so I knew better
than to pick the flowers and eat them. While it was hallucinogenic, it
could also kill you.
After twenty minutes or so I saw the second cattle pond and decided to
stop there for a rest. Some type of shore bird was running back and
forth opposite the earthen-dam pond trying to lure me. I was probably
near its nest. I took a swig on my canteen and enjoyed the view: the
Catalinas to the northwest and the Rincons looming massive to my south.
I could now just make out the rock face where Chiva was. It looked like
there might be water going over it. But I was still too far away to
tell. I resumed my trek on the jeep trail and noticed some foot prints.
Some hippy must have decided to bare-foot it to the falls ahead of me.
Now this was the '60's remember, and a lot of people were trying to
"find themselves". I wondered what I would find at the falls. I looked
ahead to where the trail crossed into the brush and sycamore trees along
the head waters of Tanque Verde creek. Nobody in sight to that point. I
got to the creek and could still see the prints leading right into the
creek. I didn't want to bother taking off my boots so I hopped across
the rocks a ways further down stream. When I got back to the trail the
prints were gone. Being a curious type , I had to find out where they'd
gone. I back tracked down the road toward the creek. Right at the edge
were some still-wet tracks exiting the stream. There was something very
odd about them. I looked closer. Either the person was now walking on
the balls of their feet, or this was something else exiting the water. I
double checked where the 4WD trail left the creek and there was no sign
of human prints. I decided it wasn't that critical to know the answer to
this puzzle; I had a day off and I was going to visit the falls.
As I walked I still kept an eye peeled for any further clues. The ground
had turned rocky now and the trail went over several exposed shelfs of
solid rock. Nothing to see here. The vegetation was now transitioning
from high desert scrub to more Juniper trees and grasses. Manzanita
bushes dotted the hills. Their red barked gnarled trunks a pretty
contrast to their shiny waxy dark green leaves. I'd climbed a good deal
in elevation and was at a ridge where the trail forked. One went up the
mountain. My way went into the canyon where the falls cascaded into a
plunge-pool. One more swig of my canteen, a look north up the San Pedro
river valley, and I descended into the canyon. The trail was now very
steep and anyone walking on it would leave a print. Not a good one, as
it was corroded rock-gravel, but an indication none the less.
It looked like I was still following whoever was ahead of me. When I'd
gotten to the base of the canyon, the trail passed over some dirt loam
spots. There I could make out the tracks. Canine. But huge. Easily five
inches across. I felt a little uneasy at that. Wolves had been wiped out
in the area way back in the 1930's. Maybe the hippy had brought his dog.
That was probably it.
Finally I got to the pool below Chiva. There were some enormous boulders
around it that created little cave like areas. I peeked in a few to see
if anyone was hiding there. The falls were a bust. Only a tiny dribble
ran over the edge. But the area was beautiful and there was a good deal
of water in the pool. Some clinging vines ran up the huge rock overhang.
Their tiny purple pink flowers attracted the occasional humming bird. I
took off my boots and soaked my 'dogs' in the cold water. Nice. And I
didn't have to share it with anyone. Even better.
Hungry now, I dug out a chink of hard salami and a piece of cheese and
gnawed contentedly in my desert oasis. Behind the falls is a small cave
up about twenty feet above the plunge-pool. I'd explored it before. It
was only about fifteen feet deep but I couldn't see into it from my
angle. Something caught my eye from the direction of the cave. I looked
up to see a rather large male dog. Standing on its hind legs looking at me.
* * * *

As I stared at it I realized it was much too large for a dog. It was a
matter of scale. I was below it and from that angle it didn't look that
big. It was just leaning against the rock watching me. I wondered if I
should go for the gun in my backpack or speak to it. I spoke to it
instead;" Hi there!" It responded by jumping down into the pool. But not
like you'd expect a dog to jump. This one moved more like a man. He
walked out of the water on his hind legs, shook a bit and said," Hola
amigo."
I nearly shit my pants. This was no dog. A werewolf perhaps? My mind
raced; sizing him up, reading his expression, looking for any threat.
Thinking quickly, I decided to play that I was tripping and he was
possibly a hallucination. I needed to figure out his intentions.

"Whoa, man...are you for real? This acid is way better than I
expected...especially since I didn't know the dude I bought it from", I
giggled.

"I can assure you my friend that I am very real", the lobo hombre smiled.
"Me llamo...excuse me...its rude of me to assume you speak spanish...my
name is Eduardo De La Cruz", the wolfman said as he bowed slightly.

"Yeah my spanish is muy poco, man. Like nada really. So, are you a wolf
or something? Oh no! Wait! Dude; you must be my spirit guide!", I said
with my faux stoners enthusiasm.

The werewolf considered the possibility for a minute and continued;"Si!
That must be it. I come to give you...guidance."

"Cool...so...whats the meaning of life then man...I mean like everything
is so heavy and the war and all...its really bumming me out. What should
I do?"

The werewolf touched a hand-like paw to his muzzle, cocked his head and
looked thoughtful then his face brightened with the answer:"Comer! To
live is to eat!"

He said it with great enthusiasm and I worried a bit the intended meal
might be me. But I feigned ignorance and did my best thoughtful stoner
impression ever.

"Yeah, I could really dig some food right now myself, man. Oh yeah! I
got sandwiches in my pack!"

While I was rummaging around in my pack I considered the gun, but then
thought better of it. Maybe plain lead wouldn't work on this guy anyway.
Then I had it. My plan came to me in a flash. But I'd need to stall for
time. I looked up at the werewolf and said;"Wait a minute dude...I
suddenly have to take huge dump...excuse me while I find el bano."

He nodded and made a small gesture of understanding with his paw and I
walked over behind some boulders to find my solution. Luck was with me
that day. There was a large Datura plant with many spiny seed pods. I
picked one, broke it open and then sprinkled it on the inside of one of
my ham sandwiches. That one was for Eduardo. If he was the one tripping,
he'd be easy to handle I reasoned. I took a dump, wiped myself with a
leaf from an arrow shaft bush, and walked back to where he was sitting.

"So man, you want a sandwich?", I asked. Maybe he would consider it an
appetizer on the way to the main course. But I hoped it would render him
harmless.

"Gracias! You're too kind senor."

He ate it quickly without showing any signs he was aware of what was in
it. I shrugged and smiled. Then glanced at my watch, one thirty. He
wouldn't begin to feel it for about half an hour so I needed to stall
him for time. I finished my sandwich and dug around in my pack for more.
Finding an only-slightly melted candy bar I offered him some. He
declined," Pero no...dogs can't eat chocolate...peligro...it would make
me sick."

"Oh...well more for me amigo!" , I grinned. I decided I needed to
distract him with some questions. Get him talking and help the time slip
by. I pointed suddenly to an area on the cliff face and said,"Dude! Did
you see that?"

"No, what did you see?", asked Eduardo.

"Man, I must be really tripping...there was a second cave opened up and
lights were shining out of it. Hey, so like how come you're a wolf anyway?"

"That, is a long story. My father, Angel De La Cruz, was a lobo
hombre...what you gringos call...werewolf. He lived many years in the
state of Sinaloa acting as the towns protector. People knew what he was
but the padre...priest...he gave my father absolution of his sins and
told everyone that my father was an agent of God."

"Whoa...that is cool...so who was your dad protecting the town from?" I
asked.

"A mining company. They wanted us gone so they could remove the town and
dig for silver. They didn't offer to buy our land. Land which had been
owned by many generations...passed down...no...they wanted to steal it!
My father stood up to those men...and when they sent more...those too!"

"He sounds like a really cool dad. So what are you doing up here", I
asked, looking for signs the Datura might be working.

"After many years the government had established deeds to land and the
threat from the miners was gone...so we moved Norte...north." Eduardo
put his paw to shade his eyes and blinked at the Arizona sun; "Does it
seem brighter to you amigo?"

At that point I knew my plan was working.

* * * *

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Post by §ñühwö£f
As I stared at it I realized it was much too large for a dog. It was a
matter of scale. I was below it and from that angle it didn't look that
big. It was just leaning against the rock watching me. I wondered if I
should go for the gun in my backpack or speak to it. I spoke to it
instead;" Hi there!" It responded by jumping down into the pool. But not
like you'd expect a dog to jump. This one moved more like a man. He
walked out of the water on his hind legs, shook a bit and said," Hola
amigo."
I nearly shit my pants. This was no dog. A werewolf perhaps? My mind
raced; sizing him up, reading his expression, looking for any threat.
Thinking quickly, I decided to play that I was tripping and he was
possibly a hallucination. I needed to figure out his intentions.
"Whoa, man...are you for real? This acid is way better than I
expected...especially since I didn't know the dude I bought it from", I
giggled.
"I can assure you my friend that I am very real", the lobo hombre smiled.
"Me llamo...excuse me...its rude of me to assume you speak spanish...my
name is Eduardo De La Cruz", the wolfman said as he bowed slightly.
"Yeah my spanish is muy poco, man. Like nada really. So, are you a wolf
or something? Oh no! Wait! Dude; you must be my spirit guide!", I said
with my faux stoners enthusiasm.
The werewolf considered the possibility for a minute and continued;"Si!
That must be it. I come to give you...guidance."
"Cool...so...whats the meaning of life then man...I mean like everything
is so heavy and the war and all...its really bumming me out. What should
I do?"
The werewolf touched a hand-like paw to his muzzle, cocked his head and
looked thoughtful then his face brightened with the answer:"Comer! To
live is to eat!"
He said it with great enthusiasm and I worried a bit the intended meal
might be me. But I feigned ignorance and did my best thoughtful stoner
impression ever.
"Yeah, I could really dig some food right now myself, man. Oh yeah! I
got sandwiches in my pack!"
While I was rummaging around in my pack I considered the gun, but then
thought better of it. Maybe plain lead wouldn't work on this guy anyway.
Then I had it. My plan came to me in a flash. But I'd need to stall for
time. I looked up at the werewolf and said;"Wait a minute dude...I
suddenly have to take huge dump...excuse me while I find el bano."
He nodded and made a small gesture of understanding with his paw and I
walked over behind some boulders to find my solution. Luck was with me
that day. There was a large Datura plant with many spiny seed pods. I
picked one, broke it open and then sprinkled it on the inside of one of
my ham sandwiches. That one was for Eduardo. If he was the one tripping,
he'd be easy to handle I reasoned. I took a dump, wiped myself with a
leaf from an arrow shaft bush, and walked back to where he was sitting.
"So man, you want a sandwich?", I asked. Maybe he would consider it an
appetizer on the way to the main course. But I hoped it would render him
harmless.
"Gracias! You're too kind senor."
He ate it quickly without showing any signs he was aware of what was in
it. I shrugged and smiled. Then glanced at my watch, one thirty. He
wouldn't begin to feel it for about half an hour so I needed to stall
him for time. I finished my sandwich and dug around in my pack for more.
Finding an only-slightly melted candy bar I offered him some. He
declined," Pero no...dogs can't eat chocolate...peligro...it would make
me sick."
"Oh...well more for me amigo!" , I grinned. I decided I needed to
distract him with some questions. Get him talking and help the time slip
by. I pointed suddenly to an area on the cliff face and said,"Dude! Did
you see that?"
"No, what did you see?", asked Eduardo.
"Man, I must be really tripping...there was a second cave opened up and
lights were shining out of it. Hey, so like how come you're a wolf anyway?"
"That, is a long story. My father, Angel De La Cruz, was a lobo
hombre...what you gringos call...werewolf. He lived many years in the
state of Sinaloa acting as the towns protector. People knew what he was
but the padre...priest...he gave my father absolution of his sins and
told everyone that my father was an agent of God."
"Whoa...that is cool...so who was your dad protecting the town from?" I
asked.
"A mining company. They wanted us gone so they could remove the town and
dig for silver. They didn't offer to buy our land. Land which had been
owned by many generations...passed down...no...they wanted to steal it!
My father stood up to those men...and when they sent more...those too!"
"He sounds like a really cool dad. So what are you doing up here", I
asked, looking for signs the Datura might be working.
"After many years the government had established deeds to land and the
threat from the miners was gone...so we moved Norte...north." Eduardo
put his paw to shade his eyes and blinked at the Arizona sun; "Does it
seem brighter to you amigo?"
At that point I knew my plan was working.
* * * *

I glanced at my watch noting that we'd been talking for about the time
I'd guessed it would take for the drug to work its magic. I looked
around and at the sun as well humoring Eduardo.

"Hey man, I don't know about bright but the colors! Whoa...check out
those flowers man...they're like so tiny", I offered, still playing the
stoner.

"Senor, I never got your name, what is it?", Eduardo asked, glassy-eyed.

"Dave, man...hey...are you feeling alright? You look kinda different."

"Dave, I must ask you; was there any drogas in the sandwich?"

Eduardo was looking a bit worried now and had his paw over his heart. I
could see his breathing was faster and his pupils were dilated despite
the brightness of the desert sun.

"Heh heh...I dunno man...there mighta been something in there but I
don't remember. You don't mind trippin do ya?", I grinned.

I figured I'd given him enough to hallucinate and possibly pass out.
Thus rendering him harmless. The Datura would work for several hours
before he came down off that high. Plenty of time for me to walk back to
my truck, alive.

"I have done peyote with Indians, but never this!", Eduardo said.

"Well now I don't have to worry about you", I smiled coldly.

"Que paso? What could you possibly mean senor?"

"I don't want you to eat me, of course", I said.

"A huy carumba! You assume I want you for commida? I do not eat people!"

Eduardo was now laying on his back breathing a bit rapidly with his
furry arm across his forehead shading his eyes. A splinter of doubt
crept into my mind: had I assumed the worst about this lobo hombre?
Normally I considered myself very open minded and quite without
prejudice, but I had let myself be judge, jury and executioner here.

"Dave, I mentioned hunger because I had something to share with you.
Look in the cave and you will see it", said Eduardo, who was now
brushing imaginary insects off himself with much vigor.

I climbed the trail to the cave and there inside in a fire ring was a
well cooked javelina on a spit. Roast pig. It actually smelled good. Now
I felt bad for having assumed the worst about some one based on the
myths we all grew up with: werewolves are ravenous creatures and will
kill you. I sighed deeply and climbed back down to Eduardo. I could help
him get down from his high a lot faster. Provided he would still trust me.

"Hey man...I'm really sorry about judging you...but I was scared
and...anyway you need to puke...get that stuff out of you then drink a
lot of water", I said and lightly touched his arm. He jumped a bit then
groaned;"Help me roll over."
I pushed him on his side and he managed to bring up the sandwich. I
checked his pulse. It was rapid. I knew he needed to get into the shade
and start drinking water to flush the Datura from his system. I helped
him over to some shade next to the pool and told him to drink as much as
he could. After he'd finished drinking he curled up and slept. I knew
people some times died from Datura poisoning. I had no idea how a
werewolf would handle it. I sat there with him and waited, hoping I
hadn't done something very terrible.

* * * *

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Post by §ñühwö£f
I glanced at my watch noting that we'd been talking for about the time
I'd guessed it would take for the drug to work its magic. I looked
around and at the sun as well humoring Eduardo.
"Hey man, I don't know about bright but the colors! Whoa...check out
those flowers man...they're like so tiny", I offered, still playing the
stoner.
"Senor, I never got your name, what is it?", Eduardo asked, glassy-eyed.
"Dave, man...hey...are you feeling alright? You look kinda different."
"Dave, I must ask you; was there any drogas in the sandwich?"
Eduardo was looking a bit worried now and had his paw over his heart. I
could see his breathing was faster and his pupils were dilated despite
the brightness of the desert sun.
"Heh heh...I dunno man...there mighta been something in there but I
don't remember. You don't mind trippin do ya?", I grinned.
I figured I'd given him enough to hallucinate and possibly pass out.
Thus rendering him harmless. The Datura would work for several hours
before he came down off that high. Plenty of time for me to walk back to
my truck, alive.
"I have done peyote with Indians, but never this!", Eduardo said.
"Well now I don't have to worry about you", I smiled coldly.
"Que paso? What could you possibly mean senor?"
"I don't want you to eat me, of course", I said.
"A huy carumba! You assume I want you for commida? I do not eat people!"
Eduardo was now laying on his back breathing a bit rapidly with his
furry arm across his forehead shading his eyes. A splinter of doubt
crept into my mind: had I assumed the worst about this lobo hombre?
Normally I considered myself very open minded and quite without
prejudice, but I had let myself be judge, jury and executioner here.
"Dave, I mentioned hunger because I had something to share with you.
Look in the cave and you will see it", said Eduardo, who was now
brushing imaginary insects off himself with much vigor.
I climbed the trail to the cave and there inside in a fire ring was a
well cooked javelina on a spit. Roast pig. It actually smelled good. Now
I felt bad for having assumed the worst about some one based on the
myths we all grew up with: werewolves are ravenous creatures and will
kill you. I sighed deeply and climbed back down to Eduardo. I could help
him get down from his high a lot faster. Provided he would still trust me.
"Hey man...I'm really sorry about judging you...but I was scared
and...anyway you need to puke...get that stuff out of you then drink a
lot of water", I said and lightly touched his arm. He jumped a bit then
groaned;"Help me roll over."
I pushed him on his side and he managed to bring up the sandwich. I
checked his pulse. It was rapid. I knew he needed to get into the shade
and start drinking water to flush the Datura from his system. I helped
him over to some shade next to the pool and told him to drink as much as
he could. After he'd finished drinking he curled up and slept. I knew
people some times died from Datura poisoning. I had no idea how a
werewolf would handle it. I sat there with him and waited, hoping I
hadn't done something very terrible.
* * * *

The sun was beginning to set when Eduardo woke up. I was beginning to
wonder if he ever would. Relieved, I asked him how he felt;"Man, you
were asleep for a long time. Have any visions?"

"First, I need to drink. It feels like a playa...a salt flat...in my mouth."

After a long drink from the pool, he continued;"I had some horrible
dreams...airplanes flying into buildings...ocean waves flooding the
land. And a vision of my father. But now I'm bueno again."

"No thanks to me. Man, I'm really sorry I didn't trust you. If I can do
something to make it up to you let me know", I said chagrined.

"I forgive you. Maybe today you learned something about yourself and can
be a better man for it", he smiled.

"Well I have to get going. Got work tomorrow. And the sun is going down
so I don't want to stumble around in the dark", I said.

"I'll walk with you. My vision is quite good at night."

So we set off back towards my truck. I realized I had a few questions
about why Eduardo was a werewolf during the day;" Hey man, how come
you're a wolf when the moon isn't up? I thought you guys changed back
when it went down."

"For me, it happens on the night of the full moon. Then, I stay like
this until the new moon...when I change back."

I could see Eduardo's eyes reflecting what light existed as we hiked
back to my truck. The moon was only a quarter past full and I couldn't
make out any details in the night. I tripped a few times on rocks and
brushed too close to agave. Eduardo put his arm out in front of me
halting my progress.

"Snake", he said pointing.

In a few seconds I heard the buzz of a diamond back rattlesnake. We gave
it a wide berth and resumed hiking.

"Thanks, amigo" I said.

"Te nada" ,Eduardo replied.

The rest of the hike was uneventful. A few times the werewolf stopped me
to point out some wildlife on the hills around us. I marveled at his
sensory powers and was glad I didn't have to walk all the way back
alone. At my truck I shook his paw and we said our goodbyes. I never saw
him again even though I spent the better part of thirty years searching
the Rincon mountains for him. Once I thought I saw a wolf standing on
top of spud rock, but by the time I'd got out my binoculars, it was gone.

-Snuhwolf

[mixed nuts]

[...]

Post by §ñühwö£f
The rest of the hike was uneventful. A few times the werewolf stopped me
to point out some wildlife on the hills around us. I marveled at his
sensory powers and was glad I didn't have to walk all the way back
alone. At my truck I shook his paw and we said our goodbyes. I never saw
him again even though I spent the better part of thirty years searching
the Rincon mountains for him. Once I thought I saw a wolf standing on
top of spud rock, but by the time I'd got out my binoculars, it was gone.

Maybe he moved to Colombia or Ecuador and set himself up in the
transportation business:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C3%ADva_bus

[§ñühwö£f]

Post by mixed nuts
[...]

Post by §ñühwö£f
The rest of the hike was uneventful. A few times the werewolf stopped
me to point out some wildlife on the hills around us. I marveled at
his sensory powers and was glad I didn't have to walk all the way
back alone. At my truck I shook his paw and we said our goodbyes. I
never saw him again even though I spent the better part of thirty
years searching the Rincon mountains for him. Once I thought I saw a
wolf standing on top of spud rock, but by the time I'd got out my
binoculars, it was gone.

Maybe he moved to Colombia or Ecuador and set himself up in the
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C3%ADva_bus

Like Gordo with "El Cometa Hally"...

[mixed nuts]

Post by §ñühwö£f

Post by mixed nuts
[...]

Post by §ñühwö£f
The rest of the hike was uneventful. A few times the werewolf stopped
me to point out some wildlife on the hills around us. I marveled at
his sensory powers and was glad I didn't have to walk all the way
back alone. At my truck I shook his paw and we said our goodbyes. I
never saw him again even though I spent the better part of thirty
years searching the Rincon mountains for him. Once I thought I saw a
wolf standing on top of spud rock, but by the time I'd got out my
binoculars, it was gone.

Maybe he moved to Colombia or Ecuador and set himself up in the
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C3%ADva_bus

Like Gordo with "El Cometa Hally"...

Hmmm. Had to look that up. Must not have made it to the east coast.

[§ñühwö£f]

Post by mixed nuts

Post by §ñühwö£f

Post by mixed nuts
[...]

Post by §ñühwö£f
The rest of the hike was uneventful. A few times the werewolf stopped
me to point out some wildlife on the hills around us. I marveled at
his sensory powers and was glad I didn't have to walk all the way
back alone. At my truck I shook his paw and we said our goodbyes. I
never saw him again even though I spent the better part of thirty
years searching the Rincon mountains for him. Once I thought I saw a
wolf standing on top of spud rock, but by the time I'd got out my
binoculars, it was gone.

Maybe he moved to Colombia or Ecuador and set himself up in the
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ch%C3%ADva_bus

Like Gordo with "El Cometa Hally"...

Hmmm. Had to look that up. Must not have made it to the east coast.

Yeah...I'm pretty sure it was a southwest comic. It got a lot of acclaim
and I read it right up til it ended. "Gordo" was great. Muy grande!

[Wanderer]

Nice work! A little rushed in spots, but you're definitely improving.

[Wanderer]

Post by Wanderer
Nice work! A little rushed in spots, but you're definitely improving.

Oh... and sorry my posts might be coming through oddly. I see more posts
through Newsfront, but can't post; I can post through Synserver, but I
see fewer posts. That's why I didn't see the last part of this story
until now.

[§ñühwö£f]

Post by Wanderer

Post by Wanderer
Nice work! A little rushed in spots, but you're definitely improving.

Oh... and sorry my posts might be coming through oddly. I see more posts
through Newsfront, but can't post; I can post through Synserver, but I
see fewer posts. That's why I didn't see the last part of this story
until now.

Try eternal-september.org?

[Wanderer]

Post by §ñühwö£f

Post by Wanderer

Post by Wanderer
Nice work! A little rushed in spots, but you're definitely
improving.

Oh... and sorry my posts might be coming through oddly. I see more
posts through Newsfront, but can't post; I can post through
Synserver, but I see fewer posts. That's why I didn't see the last
part of this story until now.

Try eternal-september.org?

Thanks. Took a little while for the setup e-mail to go through, but I'm
here now.

[§ñühwö£f]

Post by Wanderer

Post by §ñühwö£f

Post by Wanderer

Post by Wanderer
Nice work! A little rushed in spots, but you're definitely
improving.

Oh... and sorry my posts might be coming through oddly. I see more
posts through Newsfront, but can't post; I can post through
Synserver, but I see fewer posts. That's why I didn't see the last
part of this story until now.

Try eternal-september.org?

Thanks. Took a little while for the setup e-mail to go through, but I'm
here now.

Were here now
were here now
lets blah blah blah the world
were here now
were here now
boys and girls

-Life Sex & Death

[Wanderer]

Looks good, Snuh... but wasn't there a fourth part? This ending seems a
bit abrupt.

[§ñühwö£f]

Post by Wanderer
Looks good, Snuh... but wasn't there a fourth part? This ending seems a
bit abrupt.

Well. Its where I left it. He lost a (potential) friend, and learned a
lesson. If *you* want to collaborate on a story, fess up :)
Btw, I'm poasting on werewolfcafe.com with Smash. Care to join us?