Do you have any wolf stories you'd like to share?  

Packs of dogs or wolves are lots more dangerous than an individual.

Oh, I agree in the light of day and 20 years later. I had not seen another person in four hours and most people tended to hike out much earlier than me. I am also a hunter, and back then prided myself on moving quietly. Since then I make noise on purpose. I would've been toast if I had gotten between a she bear and a cub. I used to use that particular trail head a couple of times a year and had never seen evidence of the wolf before or since but she had left a few prints in a wet spot after our confrontation.

Anyway, we were both moving fast as light faded. Who knows, she probably just circled around me. If so, she got a treat a mile downstream. I had cleaned my fish before I put up my pole for traveling. I still leave heads and guts in grass, leaving the pluck for scavengers.

I have this philosophy: If you can't kill it, you shouldn't eat it.

How about the two-legged variety?

Here in Colorado I have a friend of wolves. She claims that there are no recorded deaths from wolf attack in North America.

As a kid we had family outings on a minor tributary of the North Fork of the Poudre. I had developed the habit of letting others fish ahead of me and then have bragging rights of sorts because they passed my fish by. It had been an hour since I had seen or heard anyone when across the stream came this throaty growl and lots of shaking of willows.

I yelled, "Come on out Bill. You ain't scarin' me."

The growling ceased and the willows stopped shaking. Then a bear stood on its hind legs across this narrow stream. I screamed in absolute terror, instinctively maximizing my figure, but I did not stand my ground.

I turned and ran back toward camp. At 8,000 feet it didn't take long to get winded, maybe 90 seconds. I had run up a Northeast facing slope in shadow since it was still early. As I ran, I recalled that I was not supposed to run and that climbing a tree was suicide with a bear in chase. So I stopped and looked to see if the bear was in chase.

Across the valley going up the sun-bathed sagebrush slope ran the bear. It too stopped and looked back, again on hind legs. I laughed, stepped away from the pine tree that I was peering around, and waved. I am sure the bear saw me waving but it was maybe and eight of a mile distant. Obviously I had scared him or her, too. The bear dropped back onto all fours and slowly picked its way up the slope. I had lost interest in fishing and returned to camp.

What a tragic end to a family member...

Mmmmmm. You must be vetting me. This discussion is an old one. I "study" some of your old discussions, if I was to go tit-4-tat.

Life is soooooo busy.

I've actually been getting the itch to go fishing again at the same spot...

What does 'vetting' me mean? I just was bored and looking for a good discussion. lol Guess I didn't pay attention to the little green words saying...how long it's been. I WAS disappointed that my try at bringing this story of mine to the board has been IGNORED! lol As well as one on addiction. So what do I do to get them looked at...and plz tell me what 'vetting'is...lol.

Vetting is a common term in the security business. When I was in the military and had applied for aviation electronics technician school the F.B.I. ran around my home town checking school and police records, talking to lots of people who knew me, etc.

They did not find the can I had buried down by the lake so they aren't perfect...

Anyway, I was "vetted," found satisfactory, accepted to school, got training, came away with a secret clearance, and maintained my little black boxes. So I never got muddy or bloody in the war. The pilot flying under the care of my black box did the killing for me.

On the web, I type that I am Steve Slaton and you type that you are Debra K. Carey but are we? My words my resonate with you but if you are careful you will look under e-rocks, old posts, and stuff just to make sure...

The world is a scary place. You're supposed to be in a State of Fear... But you seem brave or naive or ... Maybe I better be vetting you?

If you want a scary read about predators using technology, follow this link:

http://www.mylot.com/w/discussions/2036373.aspx

It must be my ancestors rising to the front. I am both, brave and naive. It is a good way to stay sane.

Ah, yes. And everyone is neurotic. I strive to be a functioning neurotic.

As the ole Quaker saying goes: The whole world is crazy except for thee and me, and I ain't too sure about thee...

Sanity is a relevant term. Nobody really knows what it is. We just learn to deal with the lack of it on a daily basis. I am normal for me. I don't care if it's acceptable to anyone or not.

some ramblings from one of my journals. Do I sound neurotic? lol

Hi JB...how'd you find your way here?

Wolves will not attack unless they feel threatened or smell fear..LOL. and little bunnies, though they are not threatening surely will smell fearful.