Went on a drive and after punching through some spotty weather, I was surprised to see a pack of 4 wolves running down the side of a mountain. I grabbed the .243 and headed their direction on foot. They went into a bowl that got them out of site, so I sprinted as much as I could towards where they were headed. The first wolf crested the top and spotted me at 100 yards. He bolted down the mountain, but the first three couldn't see him spook. I sat down and got ready, and the second two crested the top, stopped and watched the lead wolf running. They took off after him, so I let out a howl and one of them stopped. The cross hairs were already on it, so I squeezed off a round and down it went. I noticed the fourth wolf come over the ridge, and I took aim on it. I noticed out of the corner of my eye the wolf I shot got back up, so I went back to it. It was just flopping around, so I quickly went to take aim on the other wolf, but he was 400 yards and moving fast straight away.
I headed to the wolf and had to put a finishing shot in her. Long drag back, but well worth it. Figure it to be 75-80lbs, young female. Nice fur, but the .243 is going to cause me to do a little stitching on the back since the bullet hit the spine and tore a 7" long tear. Not the best picture, but evidence none-the-less.