That afternoon I couldn't find Kenneth's stand so instead of tromping the area looking for it I hunkered down between 2 blow down trees to get a feel for the area. I headed back to camp early while it was still day light so I could get my breaings coming and going. Kenneth had gotten camp in full order so we ate supper, toasted our hunt with a little Canadian whiskey and hit the rack about 10pm. We wanted to get an early start in the morning.
After discussing in detail the stand area with Kenneth I was sure to find his stand in the morning. And what a stand it is. Again set up between 2 blow downs but this time right where the action should be...
You can see how barren the ground is on the other side of the creek. Only one little problem...no fresh tracks or sign.
As you know the weather can change quickly in them mountains. Just in case of a thunder storm this would be my shelter. The overhang is big enough to completely get out of the weather and the soil under it is bone dry and lacks vegitation. Fortunately I never had to use it.
I hunted this stand from dawn to dusk for the next 4 days and never saw an elk. We heard a few bugles each evening at dush and a few in the mornings on the high ridges but no other fresh sign anywhere.
On one of my site, shortly after noon I cought movement just across and above the creek. This guy walked out and turned down towards the creek. Just as I got my camera and took the shot he turned and headed down creek. At this point he was about 40 yards...
I'm guess this wolf weighed about 50# to 70#(about the size of a German Shepherd). About 2 hours later he came back up the creek, this time passing at about 30 yards just across the creek. I turned to get my camera and when I turned back around he had vanished. What a thrill to be that close to a wild predator like this wolf and not be detected.
"Did you see that?"