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I'd just rounded a fallen spruce tree that was blocking the old
logging road about a kilometre from our house when I found myself in the
midst of a pack of about a dozen wolves. They'd been chasing our two
dogs (who had been running ahead of me) and had arrived at the spruce
tree at the same time as myself. Utterly surprising to both parties,
and there were minutes spent just milling about, uncertain as to what
came next. Our two dogs, courage boosted by this pause, decided to turn
and give chase themselves. The wolves turned, ran for a bit, then
turned back to resume their pursuit. This happened three times, with
the wolves stopping just before they reached me, unafraid but wary. I
had picked up a stick and was waving it and yelling at our dogs to quit
their foolish behaviour. I finally had to give the dogs a whack to make
them listen, and turned towards home. The wolves followed for a spell -
I could hear them in the bush, but then it was quiet. The grey one
whom I took to be the leader had stopped and was looking at me, from a
distance of about 5 metres. Quiet and calm. The wolf turned and loped
away. Then I remembered the camera. Aki.
We live in their space. Wolves, bears, moose and cats. Never had a problem with any animal here in 22 years except, of course, human.
Regards,
Aki and Scott
