. . . To him who has once tasted the reckless independence, the haughty self-reliance, the sense of irresponsible freedom, which the forest life engenders, civilization thenceforth seems flat and stale. Its pleasures are insipid, its pursuits wearisome, its conventionalities, duties, and mutual dependence alike tedious and disgusting. The entrapped wanderer grows fierce and restless, and pants for breathing-room. His path, it is true, was choked with difficulties, but his body and soul were hardened to meet them; it was beset with dangers, but these were the very spice of his life, gladdening his heart with exulting self-confidence, and sending the blood through his veins with a livelier current. The wilderness, rough, harsh, and inexorable, has charms more potent in their seductive influence than all the lures of luxury and sloth. And often he on whom it has cast its magic finds no heart to dissolve the spell, and remains a wanderer and an Ishmaelite to the hour of his death.
Wednesday, September 2, 2009
My first, and very successful day of Wolf Hunting.
For messages, good and bad, sent to me over the wolf hunt go to http://wolfcomments.blogspot.com/
Nothing like the sun burning through the Forest Colors of late summer and early fall.
A nice moon made the evening all the better, and was a beacon for the Wolves to howl at....
After hearing the wolves howling and raising cane down in a drainage I went in before daylight to set up. At daylight I started calling, using a coyote distress call, and within 20 to 30 minutes they came in. This Female came out first, and I believe she winded me, since she turned to run as I took my shot. Even as I was skinning and taking pics after the shot the wolves were still making a rukas in the timber around me.
Posted by Robert Millage at 11:28 AM