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to them, but even though they were walking, and I was running, I never seemed to be able to catch them. Slowly they began disappearing into the night. I could hear their laughter and chattering, but it slowly faded away until finally I was all alone. Even though the real trail was only a little over a hundred yards long, the one in my dream seemed to stretch longer and longer the more my fear and loneliness grew.
    In my dream I was running down the trail, passing teekee torches and glowing pumpkins. At one point, I looked behind me and saw a pack of giant wolves with red glowing eyes chasing me.
    I ran harder and harder, crying and stumbling the whole way, and screaming for my family to come back to me. And then just before the giant wolves with red glowing eyes bit into my neck, I woke up with my face covered in tears.
    I woke up crying and laid there the day after my brother's birthday, alone and terrified. It was the worst, most vivid dream ever, but expressed everything I'm feeling today.
    I ate a lite breakfast, just like I would before a race, because I want to be quick and lite. A bloated stomach can reduce performance tremendously and lead to cramps. I need to be my best today. My path home is blocked by these stupid wolves. Balow is hopefully waiting for me on the other side of the river - but for how long? He has his path to follow and his family to find. He can't wait forever.
    The sun was at its high point in the sky and I decided that would be the start time. I followed my prestart routine of warming up with a lite jog, stretching, going to the bathroom (got to stay lite), and then donning my wetsuit.
    To get the wolves attention, I did a couple warm up laps in the water, and shouted some obscenities in their direction.
    After I felt I was warmed up and ready, I took my sharpened spear with rope attached and walked into the water. I looped the rope attached to the spear around my ankle and not my wrist. It would be hard to stroke with a dangling rope hanging from my wrist. If I have to get away fast, I can drag the rope behind and retrieve it later when I am a safe distance away. If it's looped around my wrist, it will not only be hard to do a proper stroke, I may also get entangled in it.
    The river is slow moving and not hard to cross directly. Thankfully, there is no strong current; otherwise my plan may have had to change.
    As I approached the wolves, they stood up and stared at me with curiosity. They looked as if they were asking themselves why was their prey was coming to them instead of fleeing? Well that's because, I am no longer the prey - they are.
    I was about ten meters from them when they started to tip-toe in the water towards me. They still looked curious and not sure of what I was doing. The water was shallow enough for me that I could stand with my chest and shoulder's out of the water. The spear laid in the water near me, attached to my ankle.
    I know predators look for signs of weakness in their prey and will pounce if the opportunity arises. I pretend to be hurt and struggling in the water. The wolf’s posture changed from curiosity to predatory. They entered the water more and walked closer to me.
    I gave a fake whimper with drew them in further. Now they were swimming towards me in a surrounding pattern. They were attempting to surround me. I anticipated this and felt my plan beginning to work.
    I gave them just enough enticement to keep them coming deeper out and towards the middle of the fifty yard wide river.
    As the first wolf reached me, I took a deep breath and disappeared beneath the water. My plan was to swim behind them and cut off their path back to the river bank, but they were too spread out to do so. So I targeted the first wolf and from beneath the water, I thrust my spear up and into its chest as hard as I could.
    My dad and I hunted a lot of dear after the LAST DAY, and I learned the kill zone for an animal (in the chest, either in front or just behind the front