A wolf was
stalking our farm. The cows and goats and sheep were all moving
about frantically. Some animals were convulsing wildly.
I began placing bullet cartridges into a pistol. The wolf approached
my family with a steady pace until it stood eight feet away. I
handed the loaded pistol to my father.
I yelled out, “Aim!” and my father fired a shot. The pistol appeared
to be pointed directly at the animal. Strangely, the wolf was not
harmed nor advanced any further.
Dad fired a second shot which punctured the wolf directly between
the eyes. Blood flowed out of the animal like ketchup. The stream of
blood pooled out onto the ground.
The weakened animal fell down. It tried one last time to get up a
moment and took a few more steps. At last, it closed its eyes and
Moral: Aim. Sometimes you have to shoot twice.