My distantly removed uncle is living in a cabin in Alaska, making a life. One day he stumbles upon a wolverine in his trap line, quite pissed off. One thing leads to another and the wolverine had eventually chewed his trapped arm off. Game on. He attacks this man as he flees from the scene. While running from the little devil, he managed to shoot it with his .22 giving him his chance at his retreat.
He makes it back to his cabin which has no windows and one heavy door made from rough cut lumber. The door was meant to keep out the weather and local bears.
An hour later the wolverine tracked him down to his cabin. The 3 legged beast (with a gunshot wound) clawed its way through the bottom of the solid wood door, and killed the trapper inside.
And they say a good death is hard to find.
