You go to the next Infictive County Werewolf Hunt. You rent a rifle and you buy six silver bullets for it. You drink up the three dollar cups of Golden Montanta beer sold as a promo for the company. A lot of excited young men whooping and hollering. Bragging and laughing. Mainly drinking.
The silver bell is rung and everyone goes off into the woods. A lot of stupid drunks making their best werewolf howls. You cut away from people whenever you can going deeper and deeper into these fine Ketjack woods. You have more expensive equipment then most of the drunk party kids here. You are drunk, but not seriously impaired like that guy you heard shoot his own foot and run back crying about it. You have infrared goggles. You walk through the trees with your stealth boots you payed four hundred dollars for. They even have small knives on the sides. You see a couple fucking, thinking they are concealed in the dark and well enough away from everyone else. You get a good look as you sneak on by. You see a few deer. Then you see a shape detach itself from the darkness near the edge of your enhanced vision. You turn to look. It seems to be a large wolf that is walking in a forward bent upright crouch. You raise the gun and site it saying "Stop there and don't move if your human, or I will shoot you". The beast snarls and leaps! It can jump so fast so far! Such power as no man has. You shoot and fire again, a dead body collides with yours. you killed your first Werewolf and you have the supernatural proof laying dead beside you. The second round took it in the heart, the first blood blasted the side its head off!
You where already something of a legend but now your a super legend!