Me and three buddies went caribou hunting last week. on the first morning up...i woke up around six thirty and climbed up on a rock to glass the surrounding high country. after about ten minutes i glassed a small herd of about ten or twelve boo hightailin up the valley in front of us out about a mile and a half. i ran back and got my buddy james but by the time we got back to the rock the boo were gone. i was showing them where they came out from when i was like...HOLY SH**! theres a black wolf coming up....it was chasing after them boo. we watched him till he got up to a spine of rocks where the boo went over...then he just laid down and hung out. i went back over to camp...bout three hundred yards away...to get my buddy jeremiah, and while i was gone...james started sneaking down to the spine of rocks. as soon as jeremiah and i got back up on top...that black wolf started howling. jeremiah told me that he had called in a couple wolves before by howling at them.....so he started howling back. imediately that wolf started heading our way. not knowing where james had gone....or if he even could see the wolf, jeremiah headed down the hill to try and intercept him...howling every couple minutes to keep the wolf coming. unbeknownst to us, james was set up perfectly behind a rock and that wolf passed in front of him at about 150 yrds....one shot with his .338 and the wolf was down.
after four days of super hot weather and only seeing a few cows around (bulls only in our area) altho we did get a real nice fat black bear feeding in a blue berry patch...we called it quits and headed out. about a mile from camp on the way out...we came over a rise and there was ANOTHER black wolf standing in the trail at 355 yards....jeremiah shot him thru the leg and when he got back up i shot him in the neck....i couldnt beleive it. TWO black wolves within a mile of each other! no boo but real fun and exciting trip.