I was riding my four-wheeler up through the woods when I heard a rustling in the brambles a few feet in front of me. Then swish, something shot out of the brambles like a cannon. It stopped, turned, and looked me right in the eyes. It was a big, light brown wolf with fresh blood dripping from its mouth. It scared me so much that I accidentally hit the gas and flew right into a fat, but short tree. I got off the four-wheeler even though my leg had slammed into the tree and was bleeding nonstop. I fell flat on my face because my leg couldn't support me. I crawled over to a tree that looked like I could climb. I got halfway up when the wolf jumped up and grabbed at my hurt leg. The wolf jerked me down and started digging into me. I reached over and grabbed a stick. I hit the wolf so hard over the middle my stick broke in two. I had enough time to grab my pistol under the seat. I shot the wolf right between the eyes. The wolf dropped like a cut down tree. I slowly climbed on my four-wheeler and tried to start it, but had a hard time since I had hit a tree. I drove straight to the house. My parents made me get in the car and lie down as they drove me to the emergency room to get patched up.