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My wife suggested that for my birthday, about a week back, I give myself one day of hunting without cameras. Having been twelve years since I hunted without cameras, it was a rather appealing idea. So, earlier in the week I went down and bought a whitetail doe tag to go with my buck tag, with the plan to go on Wednesday and just enjoy the November days of whitetails acting stupid. Got up at 4:00 am on Wednesday to the patter of rain; heck with it, if I'm going to spend a leisurely day hunting without cameras, it won't be in the rain. I turned off the alarm and snatched a couple more hours of sleep and spent the day at the office.

Friday weather looked very mild, so Thursday night I cleared my calendar for hunting the following day. Made a call to a landowner who owns a small inholding in this area and asked if I still had permission to fill a doe tag, bear tag, wolf tag, or anything his outfitter might not be chasing on that small quarter section piece that is one of the few private parcels in this big area of public land. He laughed at my idea of hunting whitetail does, then told me I could shoot anything given his outfitter was no longer hunting there, and reminded me that permission is perpetual until further notice.

Up early on Friday, thinking I would find a whitetail with ease. On the trail before sunrise. First thing I see is a small 4x4 buck on top of a doe, doing what deer do in November. This buck is not anything I'm interested in and I'm not shooting a doe this far from the truck, so neither are in danger. A smaller 3x3 comes along and acts like I'm some sort of deer attractant. Nope, not him either.

I continued, crossing a corner of this 160 acre private piece, on my way to a drainage on public where I've seen some really nice whitetails cruising. I would shoot a buck in there, but not a doe. As I reached the boundary that would put my back on public, I glassed up to the far corner of this small section where this drainage starts. A coyote was traveling the snowed-in two-track. I glassed, thinking that is a darker colored coyote than the normal silver phase I see up here. As it walked past the boundary fence corner to the neighboring 80 acres, the only other private land here and where I don't have permission, I realized this was too tall to be a coyote. Either that, or the fence post was stunted. Nope, this was a wolf, no doubt.

Now what to do? The wolf had made it to the other property. I dropped down behind a small roll in the ridgeline, then set up in a small rock pile that would give very slight cover and kept any grass from growing, something that might allow an unobstructed prone shooting nest.

The wolf had now entered the timber, which would probably have him back on public. I had lost sight of him in the time it took to hustle over to this shooting perch. I cussed myself for being half asleep and not able to make the most of this situation.

I stayed prone as the sun cleared the horizon behind me. I glassed the timber beyond the fence lines. Nothing. I glassed some more. Nothing.

Having grown up in Northern Minnesota, I would go down to the river in the winter and howl at night, seeing if I could get a reply from the wolf packs across the frozen current. Sometimes it worked, most times it didn't. I was always surprised how any derivative of a howl could get a reply from wolves that might be present.

With that experience from days past, I knew of nothing else to do. Lone wolves are usually the most likely to respond to howling, so I cupped my hands and gave a poor version of a lonely wolf. I scanned the timber edge. Nothing. No big surprise.

I cupped my hands again, took a deeper breath, and tried to hold a long, steady howl, that eventually sank to a tone that in my human mind mimics what a lonely wolf would sound like. I turned again to scan the timberline. Bolting from the timber was a wolf, making a straight line toward me. It crossed under the property fence, then disappeared in a small cut that forms the head of this drainage.

I snapped a quick range of the trees and rocks of where I thought it might appear. All were 275-295 yards. I spun the dial on the CDS to 300, laid the rifle across my pack that I'd pushed out in front of me, and waited. As if the script had been read, the wolf appeared straight west of me, immediately upslope from the scattered group of trees I had ranged at 290.

I held the crosshairs on its chest as it faced directly toward me, I suspect scanning into the rising sun to locate this wolf that was suffering from a sore throat. At the bottom of my breath the reticle was not moving. The trigger released the firing pin. CLICK. WTH? In my excitement, I had failed to put a round in the chamber.

Simultaneously, I mumbled some adult words while racking a live round into the chamber. I came back to the scope. No wolf. More adult words. I looked left. The wolf had only moved a few steps and was now sitting on his haunch, looking for this other lone wolf that had been howling aches of loneliness.

Again, the pack provided a bench-steady rest. The crosshairs were steady on the chest. Not a wide target for a frontal shot at this range, but a shot I remember feeling very comfortable with before the instincts took over. The last image I recall was the reticle tight on the white spot that met the dark chevron collar this wolf sported. Recoil moved me from the scope, allowing me to cycle another round while grabbing a quick glance of where the wolf was located. No wolf moving across this snow field. I came back to the scope and the scubby tree the wolf had been next to. I could see fur among the grass tips poking through this snow that had been melting each day and freezing each night. I kept the crosshairs on this patch of fur. No movement.

I stood and viewed with the binos. Yup, just across this small cut, at the patch of small trees, laid a big pile of fur. I looked around for a camera, having been trained to give my immediate expressions following moments of frantic excitement. Oops, no camera guy to record what I was saying/thinking. I had set up my cell phone to my right when I first had setup, thinking it would be fun to capture my expressions of this chance encounter, though I doubt that will be useable.

I gathered my trekking poles, other gear, and started postholing down the drainage where west winds accumulated snow at this elevation. I crossed some fresh wolf tracks that were headed the direction I had first seen this wolf. It eased my temporary doubt that this could have just been a big coyote. Those tracks, coupled with my knowledge that a coyote runs from, not to, a wolf howl, put me at ease that when I got up the other side of this small slope I would find a wolf.

When I got there, that is exactly what I found. A big old gray wolf. A female. Front teeth well worn, hide completely furred out, and evidence that she never wiggled upon impact. The 300 Win Mag entered just right of the sternum, traversed the length of the body, exiting just above the left hip joint. Thank goodness for prone shooting rests when such small targets are presented.

No deer were harmed in this hunt. I am still amazed that my rusty howling skill brought this wolf out of the timber, under the property fence, and within 300 yards of my position. I spent the morning skinning and quartering the salvageable meat, thanks to the benefit of a big fir limb that served as the perfect skinning gambrel. Within a few hours, the hide, the head, and the meat was in game bags and loaded in my Mystery Ranch Metcalf. As I hiked down to the trailhead, I shook my head at how many days/miles I've spent in pursuit of wolves, only to have this situation present itself as the ancillary benefit of a deer hunt. A lot of luck, but I'll take it, given how much investment I've made in chasing wolves.

Checked it in yesterday afternoon at FWP. They are not sure how old it is, but given the teeth, was expected to be an older wolf. I will take the skull to Mattson Labs here in the Gallatin Valley and get a tooth aged. Not sure what meat prep techniques we will use, but I intend to see how it tastes. Last time we shot a wolf, we were cautioned by the biologist to not consume wolf meat due to the large array of diseases present in wolf populations. I have since researched and feel comfortable with eating this. Anyone want an invite to the BBQ?

I have two more wolf tags, but given the rest of my season has me helping family and friends, mostly out of state, the odds of me finding another wolf this year are very slim. Some hate wolves, some love wolves. I find them to be remarkable animals that have earned my respect over the last six years of hunting them. I can't imagine having to hunt elk with just my teeth and somehow find a way to survive in the places and conditions wolves live. Happy to help manage them via hunting and trapping and will continue to do so at any chance I get, even when it distracts me from deer hunting.

Another great story Randy. Thanks for posting.

WOW! Thanks for sharing,

Dale

Doesn't get much better on a solo,and as usual great write up.
Not sure I would be as couragous as you in the bbq aspect.

Nice.....real nice! Every hunter should “Thank You for Your Service”! memtb

Shoot all you want, we'll make more.

Your Fish and Game Service

Wow, congrats on a major accomplishment! Great story and pics.

Absolutely beautiful critter. You gonna get it tanned, rugged?

As far as eating a wolf, I'll pass, but let us know what you think of it.

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I hear it tastes a lot like coyote! memtb

Congrats, don’t know about eating one.

Looks like THAT plan came together. No Llamas required.

That is great Mr. Newberg & a great picture!

Nice trophy. Killing a wolf feels as good and provides as much excitement as killing other big game species. They aren’t exactly the biggest target either.

Which, I’ve heard, tastes a lot like dog 😀

Great story Randy. That’s a beauty!

That's one awesome looking critter! Congrats on a such fine trophy. Enjoyed your story, Thanks for sharing!

I saw 3 while hunting for sheep in the Brooks Range. We hiked approx. half way to where we planned to setup spike camp. Couldn't shoot because of flying in that am.

What a beautiful coat she has. Thanks for the great write up!!!

X 2, Thanks

Looks big to me. Congrats

Jerry

Great story Randy. Still hoping to fill a wolf tag or 2 myself this season.

I'd try it bbqed in a heartbeat. Grandpa always said if you kill it eat it unless it's a varmint. I would eat a wolf before a opossum anyday. Congrats on a fine looking trophy.

Btw
Are you still after muskrats or is that season over.
I wouldn't mind a couple or four hides.

Randy, THIS is what its all about. Congrats.

Great story Randy thanks a lot for sharing that’s a beautiful animal and I bet she’ll taste great in a crock pot with BBQ sauce; what doesn’t??

Nice!!

Great story and great ending...well done!

Like everyone else has said, thank you for sharing your day with us. That was a truly enjoyable read and photo.

Great story, great hunt and thanks for sharing. Hunting is hard enough without trying to film it, glad you got to enjoy the simplicity of it and I hope you do more of it in the future. I’m finding I enjoy the written version of hunting tales more than video anymore. Like some pics to go along but enjoy the story.

I’ve eaten javelina, can’t be any worse than that.

God Bless,

MM

Awesome take!

Congrats!

Todd

Great wolf. Haven't seen one for two years.

Thanks for sharing.

Good stuff Randy. Love the stock on that rifle.

Dang, you're lucky when your filming and lucky when you ain't.

Great story and photo. Thanks.

Congratulations!

Great write up Randy! Awesome stuff!

Congrats. That’s awesome. Yep, I’d try it for sure. Tried coyote before. Tasted like it smelled. Just let me know when your gonna cook it. Lol. Never been one to turn down trying any wild game

I just shot a black and grey coyote for the first time three days ago. We don’t have wolves here thankfully as red wolf reintroduction failed miserably.

Long time fan and enjoy the content you put out. Thanks!

That was quite a hunt Randy, thanks for sharing.

So I guess having your own personal bragging board isn't enough for some egomaniacs....

Very Cool Randy!

I’m glad I got to see this great story, Thanks Finn

Great story and beautiful hide. Not sure 'bout eating it though.

Randy...that is excellent!




Oh, and BTW....YOU SUCK!


















( edited to add that you suck...)

Great write-up, thanks for sharing

Work get in my way!

Well done, thanks for the great write-up as well.

Plus you wont have to waste your tag on ones that you nail on private land.

great story and an awesome animal to say the least

Great story & photo.

I don't know you Randy, but this was a great write up. I really enjoyed it as it was very well written. I hope to read more of your writing. I've never eaten wolf or cat and don't know if I would, but this is very interesting.

Nice capture there. Looking at the date, I'm amazed one was not wading around in couple feet of snow.

Excellent! Thanks for sharing.

Cold chamber? Do you feel it could have cost you the wolf?