| I have had one encounter. Back in the 1980's when officially there were no wolves in Colorado I came eye-to-eye with one at the end of an evening's fishing.This was on the North fork of the Poudre river. As was my habit, I had hiked down a steep path probably dropping a 1000 feet then walked downstream for 3 miles before dropping a line in the water. I had kept throwing back small brookies until sunset, made my limit, and began jobbing back out before dark.Just as I crested a little hill was when the wolf and I stopped, face-to-face. She was big. At her shoulders she must have been 3 feet. The nap of her neck bristled, her ears folded back, and she showed her teeth. Her coloring was lighter than any pictures that I had ever seen of wolves.I reacted by dropping my fishing pole as I fully extended my arms, and let out a growling yell, ready to fight. I was also thinking of where my pathetic fishing knife was if she jumped me.I am so thankful she turned and ran, her milk-full utters flopping. My heart was racing and I felt like resuming my jog but found it much more prudent to assume that she could be waiting to jump me, and carefully approached each likely ambush... |
