Suddenly about a mile or so back up my trail and on higher ground, came that long, low, and deep howl of a mature timber wolf
when i was about 10 my brother and i was out in our timber playing in the massive snowdrifts and checking out the HUGE ice formations on the trees and mini caves. after about an hour we couldn't feel our toes anymore, so we decided to head home. we start walking out of our timber heading toward the road and we hear this howl, perfect, lone, and CLOSE. probably 50 yards at the most. i turn and go "very funny Ma-" and stop mid sentence, (i had an uncle who lived to scare the heck out of me when i was in the timber, one of the classics was howling,) the reason i stopped? he was at work. we both climbed a tree to see if we could see what howeld, but no such luck. we ran the 1/2 mile home.
to this day i seriously don't know if it was a wolf/dog/or evil neighbor boy, but you article reminded me of that. and i thought i'd share, hopefully it'll bring a few laughs!
I was hunting moose in Central Alberta this fall and had a similar experience. My friend and I were hunting north of Whitecourt and had split up for the morning. I came across a hillside that was covered in moose sign, so I settled down into some bushes and tried some moose calls. I didn't get a response, but after about 20 minutes or so, I heard some rustling in the bushes. Suddenly, a large grey timberwolf popped out, maybe 20' or so in front, with two companions on my left and right. I was definately glad to have my .300 Weatherby with me! I stood up, and when he saw me, the fur on his neck and hanch stood straight up. He stared for maybe a second or two, and then vanished.
That night, I woke up around 3am to a luod chorus of howling, uncomfortably close. Needless to say, we moved on the next day.
I didn't get my moose that weekend, but the trip was definately worth it!
Three years ago I was withsome friends bow hunting bears in Ontario Canada. The outfitter set us up with a nice tenting site and we were doing our own baiting. One afternoon I had movement arount my site perimiter and finaly saw it was 2 to 3 wolves. They never came in close and stayed around for an hour or so. When I walked back to my truck (about 1/4 mile) I noticed the empty bait bucket was on the ground. I had left it sitting on my open tailgate. When I looked at the back of the truck I saw a set of very large wolf tracks in the back of my truck. The thought of a big ol wolf hanging out in the back of my truck still makes me smile.
The article reminded me of the first chapter in the Jack London Novel, "White Fang". Just hearing that sroy got my blood pumping, I'll be honest,if that were me, in my apprehensivness/fear I probably would have shot, especially for a half months wages.
2 falls ago I was hunting bear near here in Montana when I heard a pair of wolves howling back and forth to each other as they moved up a drainage on our family ranch,after a while they quieted down and about 1/2 hour later i located a nice bear and killed it with a single shot,1 hour later as i was headed back up the hill with the bear hide/meat in a pack the pair of wolves started howling again and now they were about 3-400 yards downhill from where i killed the bear,they had heard the shot and traveled probably 1-2 miles to check things out,a gunshot here is a dinner bell for wolves and grizzlys,the problem is that the grizzlys dont wait for you to finish before they start eating,they found pieces of a hunters elk tag in bear scat after they found him mauled and eaten near the elk he had been gutting out in NW montana last year.
Bring them in on a string. I love this term, if you want to be successful on calling in Elk, try not to just sound like the other caller. We all laugh at each other when we are practicing Elk calling at home or while camping. When I first started calling in Elk, I had no idea what i was doing and it's funny how many I could call in. The biggest Bull that I have called in to date was actually my first. I was making cow calls and screwing it up big time. But it's obvious I didn't screw up...