I saw the wolf sniffing around a small creek right along the road. I gripped my pepper spray, held my bear bells to silence them and wobbled on faster. In a flash though the wolf was on the road moving toward me. We both stopped and exchanged stares. I started walking slowly. The wolf followed picking up the pace. He was half the size of a horse with long silver hair. His light color eyes glared at me in the early morning sun. Steadily he closed the distance between us. Then a large tractor trailer roared by. The wolf ran into the woods but came back on the road still pursuing his game, me! The truck driver slammed on his breaks and sped the big rig in reverse toward me. Is that your dog, I replied. It is a wolf. Unfazed the predator still came toward me. Afraid I jumped on the running board of the truck and we sped away.
Friday, August 4th, 2006