11/1/2018 0 Comments Day 5: Winter and Wolves...
Juliana comes into my room and wakes me up.
I roll around in my bed. I am cold and perhaps a little grumpy. But we move on up. I am sitting in the car. My phone says 6:15 AM. It is as cold as a Bison's guards hair. "Lately/I been thinking/I want you to be happier/I want you too be happier/UH!" White Snookie-White Snow. Snow flurries sparkle in the air, shining in the muted overcast. Cloudy with a chance of WOLVES. Visibility drops. Stav approaches rapidly, an unpredictable and crazed look in his eyes. The HUNT. His arm wraps around my neck. I am on the ground. A hand smashes into my face. A huge chunk of snow is wadded between by eyelid and my glasses. Violation of fair chase hunting. Bianca versus Snookie; Bianca triumphs. Wolves? No, a raven... NO! a coyote (pronounced KAH-yote, rhymes with dust mote). Moose? No, another coyote. We slip and slide and push Snookie through the Lamar and a few inches of fresh snow. Still no wolves. Where did Slick-Rick go?
Any action?
Sure. Any wildlife? Yeah. Any wolves? Two down here, seven or eight a few minutes west. Gas, doors, scope, focus: FUR. MOVEMENT. LOPING UPHILL. Gray dots in the distance.
Wolves.
I am hearing Sam Smith... too much Sam Smith.
Bison management with the Forest Service takes us to Beatty Gulch and Stephens Creek.
Exclosures. Enclosures. A road out.
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