Where the wolf’s road begins or ends we don’t know, we’ve followed its snowy path for many years now.
Somewhere in the great traverse it wends its way across our property, and like many things, some years it’s much more traveled than others. This spring with thigh deep snow, the wolf’s road, looks like a superhighway, furry scat, like watch your step, urine posts, almost each bend in its course.
The size of the paws tracks are simple to follow, because they’re big, yeah big bad wolf big. And with no stop signs or passing lanes, this pack of at least the five we see regularly, are bare with me, a bit predictable.
They only travel the path coming from the north. Once on our logging roads, they fan out at times, then for some unknown reason to me, when they finally head west off our land, they go full on ranger style, nose to tail, single file, track in track, like a machine stamping out wolf tracks.
In the summer, the scat is just as visible, but not so the tracks, snow being the great equalizer, I follow them as much as day and time allows. Just once I’d like to walk up on one, hasn’t happened yet, but who knows, there are still plenty of snowy days to come.
- The Trout Whisperer
