longrangehunter
Handloader
- Jun 19, 2011
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So how do you cook a Wolf? You smoke him with a 140 gr. bullet from a 6.5/300 WSM!
I came across a set of wolf tracks yesterday in my driveway (it's a 1/2 mile long and surrounded by NFS Lands) 100 yards from my house while walking my Labrador Retriever. So I did what anyone like me would do, and get my rifle.
It was only the day before I had five Elk feeding in my yard. So I followed the single set of tracks through the deep snow which made a wide circle and then around the back of my home, then up the gas pipeline and into the woods. After a long four and a half hour and arduous task of tracking this fellow I noticed him up ahead in the wide open 479 yards away. I dropped to the ground as he stood there looking at me and my Dog when he decided to....... just sit down! I looked at him and without ever firing a shot I knew he would would be dead. But said to myself "No harm, No Foul", and let him or her live for another day.
Which is what hunting is all about. Its not the trophy or game animal you're after that makes it memorable and exciting, but the way in which it took place. Which brings me to why I took the effort to track down that animal in the first place? The fear of it harming my Labrador, Zuri.
Zuri is very sweet and kind to a fault. Not that my last Lab wasn't, but she would attack a Wolf or any other predator that came within eyesight for me. Or sit beside me while a Bear walked within 15 feet and not even move when asked too. She was an amazing animal, and traveled in more States then most people, 47 to be exact. We were never apart. I named her Pebbles, but her A.K.C. name was "Pebbles Dances with Wolves". She got that title when she was a puppy. I was coming back from deer hunting in the U.P. one evening, and as I was pulling up I saw what I first thought was a Coyote, but instead was a young Wolf standing on the front porch steps looking at my Dog? It quickly ran off as I got closer. I got out and looked around at the tracks that were all over the front yard and wondered what had taken place while I was gone? I looked over my puppy and she was unharmed, not a mark, and yet very happy!
I figured those two must have just been playing in the yard, and thought how odd that seemed? A young scrawny looking Wolf that seemed underfed playing with a Labrador puppy and not just kill it? The Wolf did eat the food set out for my Dog, and my puppy received the name Dances with Wolves after her given name which Zuri has too.
So if you're wondering why I didn't just shoot that animal there are many reasons for me. One of which is what I'd like to hope one day will save my own loving pets life. To live and let live. At least for me and my little Zuri I hope?
I came across a set of wolf tracks yesterday in my driveway (it's a 1/2 mile long and surrounded by NFS Lands) 100 yards from my house while walking my Labrador Retriever. So I did what anyone like me would do, and get my rifle.
It was only the day before I had five Elk feeding in my yard. So I followed the single set of tracks through the deep snow which made a wide circle and then around the back of my home, then up the gas pipeline and into the woods. After a long four and a half hour and arduous task of tracking this fellow I noticed him up ahead in the wide open 479 yards away. I dropped to the ground as he stood there looking at me and my Dog when he decided to....... just sit down! I looked at him and without ever firing a shot I knew he would would be dead. But said to myself "No harm, No Foul", and let him or her live for another day.
Which is what hunting is all about. Its not the trophy or game animal you're after that makes it memorable and exciting, but the way in which it took place. Which brings me to why I took the effort to track down that animal in the first place? The fear of it harming my Labrador, Zuri.
Zuri is very sweet and kind to a fault. Not that my last Lab wasn't, but she would attack a Wolf or any other predator that came within eyesight for me. Or sit beside me while a Bear walked within 15 feet and not even move when asked too. She was an amazing animal, and traveled in more States then most people, 47 to be exact. We were never apart. I named her Pebbles, but her A.K.C. name was "Pebbles Dances with Wolves". She got that title when she was a puppy. I was coming back from deer hunting in the U.P. one evening, and as I was pulling up I saw what I first thought was a Coyote, but instead was a young Wolf standing on the front porch steps looking at my Dog? It quickly ran off as I got closer. I got out and looked around at the tracks that were all over the front yard and wondered what had taken place while I was gone? I looked over my puppy and she was unharmed, not a mark, and yet very happy!
I figured those two must have just been playing in the yard, and thought how odd that seemed? A young scrawny looking Wolf that seemed underfed playing with a Labrador puppy and not just kill it? The Wolf did eat the food set out for my Dog, and my puppy received the name Dances with Wolves after her given name which Zuri has too.
So if you're wondering why I didn't just shoot that animal there are many reasons for me. One of which is what I'd like to hope one day will save my own loving pets life. To live and let live. At least for me and my little Zuri I hope?