P3160016.jpgP3160013.jpgWell, after 11 years in Alaska, and a few failed attempts at wolves, I finally connected. We were out shed antler hunting and I was sitting on a small hill glassing several caribou, some moose, and the surrounding ground for any glimmer of sunlight bouncing off an antler. Movement from my left and down the hill caught my eye and I threw my glasses back up to see a wolf walking through the small pass. My heart immediately did a flip flop as I realized that this opportunity was likely going to break my long dry spell. He was about 175 yds. away, so I grabbed my .222. I was like a kid on his 1st animal, breathing hard and shaking, but I got him in my crosshairs and pulled the trigger. He dropped but sat back up, I knew it wasn't going far so I got a little closer and finished him with my .22 because I had never shot an animal with my .222 and didn't know what kind of pelt damage it would do. Dang, I was shaking like a leaf when I walked up to him. It was incredible. Then I noticed something. He only had 3 feet. One of his back feet was gone about 2 inches below the hock. It wasn't a smoking fresh wound, but was from early this trapping season I would guess. He was healthy and fat, so he was getting a long. He was 6 1/2' from nose to tail and weighed over 100 lbs. though I didn't weigh him. I also found 4 caribou sheds, and my buddy found 2 nice ones as well as a huge skull of one. Even after killing a wolf I was a little jealous of him. I'm guessing it would score close to 400 B&C points and is in perfect condition. We left the truck at -10 and got back at +20, it was a perfect day. I guess the good Lord got tired of seeing me fail so he put a cripple in front me and said, "here, see what you can do with that."...I'll take it.