Man and Wolf

This is the elemental struggle of Man against Beast. It comes down to this. Just Man and Wolf, separated by nothing but open air ... and an age-old difference of opinion about who should rule. This is not a pursuit for the faint of heart. No! Only the brave, daring, and resourceful need apply! I can see the hatred in its blood-shot eyes, the heavy drool slavering from its savage lips, as it roars the primeval challenge of its kind! And I, I accept the challenge with full-throated welcome. And drop the bugger with a canister of poison gas from the helicopter.

But this is not all! No, not by a long shot. Now comes the tracking down of the pups, that they may be poisoned in their lair!

Thus, are the highest ideals of sportsmanship sustained! So, is the primacy of Man over Beast affirmed! Even so, is the stewardship of Man over Planet validated! And for those who have not the heart for the struggle, for those who quail at the danger of the conflict, for those of faint courage, ... you can always keep a club in by slaughtering a few thousand seal pups. But for those of us with superior courage, for those of us with outstanding manhood, for those of us with testosterone overflowing, the wolf hunt remains the premier test! For so do we defend safety of goody-bearing young girls on the way to their grannies! Yea, even the post-goody grannies!

I close with a quote from a proud and noble race: "Exterminate! Exteeeerminaaaate!!"