Couple of weeks ago I took three friend from Texas up to the north slope caribou hunting. About halfway through the hunt we had found a valley that was about an hour hike out from the road. We had seen a lot of caribou in this valley the previous few days and liked the remoteness as we left the rest of the hunters at the road. As we climbed to the top of a small hill to glass the valley one of my buddies noticed something white out in the valley floor. After glassing with our binoculars we saw that it was actually two wolves on a caribou kill. These guys from Texas had never seen wolves before and were in awe of these animals ripping apart a caribou carcass. I had never seen this before either. After watching for a couple of minutes one of them turned to me and asked if we could shoot them. I told him that I could with my resident license but they needed tags for them. The thought haden't really passed through my mind yet. After he said that though I told him how smart woves were and how many times i had tried to cal them in and had never had any luck. But we did not see any caribou around se we decided to give it a try. The kill they were on was behind a small hill and we thought we might be able to use that to our advantage and get within 40 yard of them hopefully. As we worked our way down the hill towards the pair they began to lose interest in their kill. First one and then the other left the kill and started heading up the hill in our general direction. By this time we were about 300 yards away and down wind. As the pair went behind a small rise we remembered that one of the Texas guys had a small predator call in his pocket left in his jacket from coyote hunting. Whent he pair went behind the hill he started to wail on the call. Sortly after the pair both came running to the top of the hill they were behind. Both at full attention. We all three sat very still. We were on concealed by a smal rise in the terrain. After a few breif moments they started workin our way. The white one circled up around us and the black one walked right towards us. The white wolf circled to within 50 yards of us and never looked our way. While the black wolf was slightly behind he was heading straight towards us. At about 80 yards he went behind a small rise and we could only see his year bouncing along behind the hill. As he came to the end of the rise I was able to draw before he made it over the rise. As he crested the rise I was there at full draw, 28 yards away. I held steady on his chest and squeezed off my release. At the sound of my bow he turned to leave, but not before the arrow caught him. The shot was a little far back but it did the job. He spun arround in circles a few times and took off. We found him 70 yards down the hill. I have been trying to get a wolf since back in highschool and since i came to fairbanks for college I have had a couple of run ins with them but never managed to shoot one. I was so excited that my first wolf was with a bow. Here are some pictures of him. It was a young male by the looks of things.