I had expected to see werewolves during my week long stay in
Transylvania, but I hadn't anticipated an encounter of the worst kind. My wolfhound, Ajax, had picked up the scent of a werewolf. Unfortunately, while we stalked the creature, it was
stalking us. My photographer, Katerina, was able to take the
accompanying photo just before she dove off a hundred-foot cliff. Fortunately, the camera was waterproof, as was Katerina.
I dove off the cliff a moment after she did and found the swiftly
flowing river to be icy cold. However, it was far preferable to the hot
fangs of the giant werewolf we had encountered. We agreed the
werewolf stood over eight feet tall and its incisors were at least
four inches long.
I spent the rest of my time in the mountains fishing for trout in the nearby river. it is one thing to hunt and endangered species, and quite another to be in danger of becoming one.
