Let’s hear the story about the wolf walking by!!!
It won't seem that exciting when I tell it, but I think it would have been plenty exciting if you'd been there with me.
It was just before dawn, and I was sitting in full camo between two wild rose bushes in a beautiful north Idaho high country meadow, calling for a tom to come down from his roost in a nearby stand of lodgepole pines.
As I made interested hen sounds and my tom made interested gobbler sounds in return, a small group of whitetails ambled into the meadow, mainly indifferent to the amorous goings on between a real alpha turkey and what he thought was a very available hen.
Suddenly the deer exploded in all directions, disappeared, and the noisy sounds of the early morning forest went utterly silent.
Loping into the clearing, larger and closer than I could believe, a Canadian timber wolf made his way across the deer trail, stopped, surveyed the world he clearly owned and knew he owned, looked intently at a strange new rock he didn't recognize, shook his fur like your dog after a bath, and vanished into the shadows under the pines.
Seconds went by, then half a minute, then the strange new rock let out a big breath it had been holding, reinflated, and made a not so rock-like noise that sounded exactly like a man saying, "Wow! Just . . . wow!"
