When I was about 4 or 5 or so, went fishing with my gramps. We caught some fish and brought em back and he hung em from a branch waiting to be cleaned. I see this cute furry animal taking our fish!

I start walking over there to kick it's damn ass and get our fish back. Get 1/2 way there and my gramps in a run scoops me up and runs me back into our camper and slams the door shut.

"But Grampa? It's taking our fish!"

"That's okay, he can have them." lol

Was a wolverine.