It was the middle of winter when Larry was flying his plane to his cabin to do some fishing. He was miles away from any village when his engine stopped working and he crashed in the deep snow and brush of some high hills. But Larry was not hurt and he climbed out of his now useless plane. It was too cold for him to try to walk to his cabin which was more than 15 miles away and he hadn't told anybody where he was going. As he looked around he saw the remains of a wolf-killed moose and a fox eating at the scraps of meat that were left on the bones. He'd been scared of wolves ever since his little sister was killed by a wolf-dog while playing in the woods.

It started to snow and get dark so he made a shelter in a snowbank. All his food was in his cabin so he was hungry, but he thought he could find a rabbit or bird to eat. The only firearm he brought was a .44 magnum which he thought would have to do. He crawled to the top of a hill to look around, and he was surprised to see a black wolf lying by a rabbit trail and a rabbit hopping in its direction.

Larry sat down to watch what would happen. When the rabbit was passing the wolf, the wolf leaped towards the helpless rabbit, bit him on the neck and violently shook him from side to side until he died. Then the wolf began to eat the rabbit. When the wolf caught Larry's scent, he growled at him. Larry was scared and went back down the hill to hunt something to eat for himself. He looked around, and there were wolf tracks everywhere, but even though he felt one might attack him, he kept on hunting. In the trees he found some fresh moose tracks and followed them into a meadow where he saw the moose browsing. Larry was careful not to make too much noise while walking through the deep snow and when he got close enough he shot twice quickly and the moose fell. He had left his knife back in a snowhouse he had built so he went to get it. It took him two hours to get back to the meadow, and by then he knew it was too late. Eleven wolves were trying to tear the meat off the carcass of the moose. Larry had only five bullets left and was tempted to shoot at the wolves, but he decided he'd be better off looking for something else to hunt.

After three more hours of unsuccessful hunting, Larry finally saw a rabbit hopping slowly along the trail back to his snowhouse, and he shot it. As he was walking back, a plane flew right over him. Larry thought they might send a helicopter to pick him up because there were trees everywhere and no place to land, but his wrecked plane was covered with snow and the plane overhead didn't see it.

After he reached his snowhouse Larry began to eat the rabbit raw because he didn't have any matches to start a fire. When he was full he climbed to the top of a hill to look for something else to hunt, but he came down 15 minutes later because it was too dark for him to see. That night he heard wolf howls almost all night long, and some sounded like they were right outside his snowhouse. In the morning he was awakened by wolves howling and barking close by. When he looked outside, he saw three wolves eating a caribou carcass. A little while later he heard a plane coming but he was scared of the wolves so he didn't go out until the wolves finished eating. Larry then climbed to the top of the nearby hill again to look around for something else to hunt. He looked down the hill at the caribou carcass and saw the three wolves playing with one another there. Later when a fox trotted by the three wolves chased him until they disappeared in the trees. Larry looked around again and when he saw some spruce grouse in the trees beside him, he shot one of them.

While walking back down to his snowhouse he heard another plane coming. He didn't know how to get the plane's attention but he had an idea. He ran to his snow-covered plane and broke off a mirror that he had inside. Then he signaled the plane, and after spotting him the plane dropped a box. Larry picked up the box and opened it. Inside there were food and a piece of paper that read "A helicopter will pick you up later tonight."

Larry climbed back up the hill again and ate his food. He looked down and could see the wolves playing below. Then the helicopter came.

By: Joey Coffee

Marshall School