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On the day the Gormans moved their furnishings onto the property, they had their first foreshadowing of the events that would follow. They spotted an extremely large wolf out in the pasture. The wolf cautiously made its way across the field, and, to the surprise of everyone, sidled up to the family, acting like it was a familiar pet. It had rained that day, and the family remembers the wolf smelled like a wet dog as they were petting it.
After a few minutes, the wolf strolled over to the corral and grabbed a calf by its snout, attempting to pull it through the corral bars. Gorman and his father began beating on the wolf's back with sticks but it wouldn't release the calf. Gorman grabbed a .357 Magnum from his truck and shot the wolf at point-blank range. The slug had no noticeable effect.
Gorman pumped another bullet into the wolf, which then let go of the calf but stood looking at the family as if nothing had happened. Gorman shot it two more times with the powerful handgun. The big animal backed off a bit, but showed no signs of distress, not even any blood.
The mystified rancher retrieved a hunting rifle and shot the wolf again, once more at close range. Gorman is not only an experienced marksman but a big-game hunter of considerable repute. Five slugs should have been enough to bring down an elk, let alone a wolf. The fifth shot caused a chunk of hair and flesh to fly off the wolf, but it still didn't seem fazed. After a sixth shot, the wolf casually trotted across the field into a muddy thicket. Gorman and his father tracked the beast for about a mile, following its pawprints through the mud, but the tracks suddenly ended, as if the wolf had simply vanished into thin air.
It seems to be a place where various levels of reality intersect. Animals and other beings pop in and out of our particular reality at unpredictable intervals and for reasons we don't understand. The ranch seems to be a cosmic or dimensional portal, a freeway interchange of sorts. I personally believe these intrusions into our reality have a purpose and that some other intelligence is leading us down a path toward a new understanding of the true structure of reality. As strange as it got, it seems like these were only baby steps and that whoever is calling the shots is taking their time with us. This could be one heck of a long learning curve.
Originally posted by GeorgeKnapp
Two comments to Spider:
One, make a commitment, man. Either try decaf or declare an allegiance to Espresso and never sleep again.
Two, I always thought that Sue Richards was the real brains of the Fantastic Four. (She ditched her wimpy. flaccid husband, by the way, and now owns the Spearmint Rhino Gentleman's Club here in LV.)