To put it in the simplest terms possible, I was sick and tired of eating only vegetables and wheat. It was such a bland and boring diet. I was in desperate need of some meat (almost any kind would do) in my diet, but it is not as if I could just simply run to the grocery store here in the world of Minecraft and pick up some that was ready to go. Even though I had never done it before, I was going to have no choice but to go out there and try my hand at hunting. I had a bow and arrow, as well as a fishing rod that I could string using some of the webbing I had gotten off a spider’s web I had come across in the past. Surely, this would be enough to get me some type of meat to bring home.
I set out the very second the sun came up with a plan to look for a cow, pig, or chicken, though I would pretty much take anything I could find at this point. In addition to my bow and arrow and fishing pole, I was carrying a torch, something to eat, and a few bones. Just last week I had ran straight into a skeleton and after a brutal battle, I had ended up killing him. I grabbed several of the bones because I figured that they might come in handy at some point in the future. Who knew? That could easily be today.
On a side note, I was rather lonely in my home alone. I knew that there were several wolves in the forest around my house and I also knew that they could be tamed using bones. I was really hoping that I might come across one and be able to tame him and bring him home, though I knew enough not to set my hopes too high. I thought he would be good company and nice to have in the event I was attacked again.
Starting out, I was amazed at how quiet it was walking through the heavily wooded area. The sun was almost directly overhead and that seemed to be keeping everything at bay. This was good because it lessened the chances I would be attacked, but bad because I was not having any luck looking for an animal to kill. I have to admit that I feel a little guilty at the prospect of killing a living animal, but I desperately needed it for a good source of food. I was hungry and only meat could satisfy the extreme hunger I was feeling.
Every few seconds I would stop and listen, hoping to hear something moving in the bushes, but everything remained completely quiet. As I continued on my journey, I was starting to get a tad bit desperate. It would not be too long before the sun went down and I preferred to be at home when this happened. I continued wandering around, looking high and low for any type of animal. At this point, I was not even picky. I would probably take anything that I could find that would be edible. I decided that if I came upon a lake, I would cast for fish and hope I caught a few to take home. Then, I would come out another day for hunting.
The sun was definitely setting when I heard a low growl coming from behind a group of trees to my left. I cautiously crept over in that direction, somewhat fearful of what I might find. Suddenly, a small gray wolf (he looked to still be a baby) stepped out from behind the trees. He had a menacing growl and was baring his very sharp teeth at me. I did not say anything, for fear of startling him and causing him to attack, even though I knew wolves are usually neutral. Instead, I flicked a bone in his direction. He rushed over and sniffed at it. After deeming it to be safe, he started gnawing on it, while keeping his eyes directly on me. I tossed a second bone in his direction, drawing him closer to me. He kept his eyes on me as he walked over to it and began biting at it. He was no longer growling, so I flicked the last bone I had with me to him. He quickly finished it off. Now, what would he do? Would he come to me or would he run off?
I stood completely still. All the sudden, he sauntered up to me and started to rub against me. I now realized that he had a red collar around his neck. How about that? I might not have found anything to eat, but I had found a pet, which made me almost as happy. As I gently petted him, I thought about using some of the string I intended for fishing to fashion a leash to his collar. To my amazement he sat patiently while I attached the string and walked well on his new leash. I looked up and determined that the sun would be going down within the next minute or two. I had noticed a cave up ahead, so I decided we would duck in there, eat a little bit, and wait for the sun to come up so we could do a little more hunting before I gave up and headed back home.
The wolf curled up beside when I sat down with back against the wall of the cave. He seemed to be as happy with me as I was with him. Only a little bit of time had gone by before the sun started to rise again and I decided it was time for us to head out in a search of food one more time.
We walked out. There was complete silence within the woods, but something told me to look up. I did and there it stood. A large cow was perched precariously on the mountain ledge above us. He was perfect, but he was pretty far away and the cliff was too steep to climb. I could not let the cow get away, so I tied the wolf to a nearby tree. Then, I began using a “gravel elevator” trick, where I jumped up and placed some of the excess gravel below. I did this again and again. I was half way to him when I got the idea that he was about to flee. I took out my bow and arrow. It was now or never!
Zing! The arrow exploded from the bow and hit him dead in the center. He went right down to the ground. I continued using my gravel elevator to get up to him. I was able to get some leather that was sure to come in useful somewhere down the road, as well as raw pieces of beef. I tucked everything away and scurried down the cliff back to my wolf.
Now, it was time to head back home and introduce the wolf to his new life as a house wolf. My trip had turned out perfectly.