Made it home from the trapline, first practice run of the year. Pretty disappointing. The wolves hadn't been back around in some time. Had two moose walk through my snare sets and break 4 break-away snares. Been pretty impressed with my Thompson locks that I cut and pinched. Didn't look like it held them for long. Replacing one snare beats moving 20. Seen something really neat up high on the line. I was coming back from the headwaters of the valley and noticed caribou tracks on top of my tracks. Wouldn't usually even slow down for bou track but these had blood spore in them and 10 yards past were wolverine tracks with blood also. On the binders and to a hult. I noticed the tracks were lynx and there was a caribou laying in the middle of the river bar. As I approached the bou which was still barely alive, I turned to read the story left in the snow. The big tom lynx was standing on the cut bank watching me. Back to my trusty steed to retrieve my .17hmr and the race was on. I eased up the cut bank and was after him like a hound on a hot track. 1 hour later and a mile circle up the hill, we ended up above the kill on the bank. The lynx bailed of a 30' cliff and went back down and across the river. I went back to the sled and turned around back up river. As I aproached his tracks on the other side, he jumped up and started up the hill side. 150 yards and 2 shots from the .17 and he was mine. A nice 28# male. I'd heard the old timers talk of lynx killing bou and now I've seen it. Things like this happen everyday in the wild and just once in awhile we are lucky enough to witness it. Anyway, my hunter shows up on monday and we cover alot of beautiful country without seeing any wolf sign. My new rebuild super bravo didn't quite make it. Blew the chaincase out at mile 20. Borrowed another bravo and we were off. Put on about 300 miles before we got into some wolf sign. Then the weather turned for the worse. Stayed around the cabin for 2 days. I howled off and on all day and nite. Saturday morn, we awoke at 5am to wolves howling on the hill right next to the cabin. It was awesome, they were close. I had a female whimpering 100 yards from the cabin trying to call me out. At 6:30am I could see 6 of them bedded 575 yards above the cabin on the skyline. I would have taken that shot but I was not the hunter. He was not positive he could make the shot so I opted to wait and see how it plays out. They just milled for a bit and slowly walked up the hill. We ate breakfast and watched them. We ended up getting on the sleds and circling around them, way around them and I figured I knew where they were headed. I howled and howled to no avail. We cut across country and cut their tracks. 39 miles later, we shot a 100# radio-collared grey male a mile and a quarter below the cabin. There ended up being 10 in the pack and we got a few glimpses of them in our journey. One happy hunter on his 3rd guided wolf hunt finally got his trophy. I wish I was one out of 3 on wolf hunts. The wolverines were out in full force also on this trip, had 3 wolverine cubbys hit without traps protecting them. Next year.
trusty steed atop a pass. The lynx caribou battle grounds. You can see where it all began atop the cut bank and fell off.
The Lynx caribou battle grounds. It started on top of the cut bank.
Story in the snow
The wolves making their way up the ridge
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