Will make this short and will post pictures later. My friend Bob came up for a few days wolf hunting. Had to delay a day coming up due to a large storm that tracked through hammering us with snow and closing the highway. Then he had to endure another blizzard after he got here. We have well over 3 feet of snow in the bush - all fluff and tough to snowshoe in as you still sink to your crotch in snow even on snow shoes.
We hunted hard but only saw a fox and yesterday called out a lynx which sat 40 yards away from us for close to 20 minutes. Was pretty cool as there are no lynx where Bob lives. We finished off yesterday hunting over a bait site of My72Jeep (who was working) and QHPenny (who was keeping the pellet stove going). Unbelievable amount of fresh tracks in the fresh snow there but nothing showed up to the calls.
This morning the 4 of us teamed up and headed out on the hydro line this morning. Bob went to the west side of the line I went to the east side and M72J and QHP went to the south side where we had been the night before. I got the caller set up and sat down against the pole. I played one howl and after it finished, heard a gun shot from the west side of the line. I kept still and played more howls.
After 30 minutes Bob was standing next to me with a big grin. After he sat down on his side a wolf walked over the ridge heading towards him. He kept hoping I wouldnt start calling when the first howl rang out. The wolf stopped but Bob couldnt see it. The wolf started walking after the howl and stopped broadside when I started the second howl sequence. He shot it at 246 yards out with a 95 grain .243 Hornady ST and it dropped right there.
M72J and QHP were almost at their bait when they heard the shot and they hunkered down. They waited to see if anything came in towards them. After 30 minutes they turned to come out and there was a fresh wolf track (or more like trench) that crossed their tracks.
When we all got to the wolf, it was a 75 lb (on the scale) male with unfortunately the start of mange on its rear end under the tail. We could see where the bullet had exited the wolf and impacted the snow about 10 yards past the wolf. As we were dragging it out, QHP looked over and there was the jacket of the bullet lying on the snow.
After stopping at Tims to show our other hunting partner Wayne, and half the drive through patrons who wanted to see it (gotta love small towns), we headed home for a quick lunch before skinning. We were just getting dressed when the phone rang with M72J on the line saying "Chas - we need some help!"
I will let him continue the saga...