Saw a wolf yesterday. Cool. And he saw me. We were just ten feet apart.
But I was in my car…..
I was on the other island driving over to the regional airport to pick up guests arriving on the 2:00 flight. I was off the logging road but just a mile or so onto the pavement on the road heading for the ferry. No houses for miles. No side roads, either. I came around a corner and there was what seemed like a big dog loping down the middle of the road. I slowed a bit. He moved to the side but kept moving. Didn’t turn to look, just kept loping.
As I got closer I recall thinking, “Whoa, he’s a big one!” I was thinking that this old boy was lost or at least ranging pretty far from home. And I may have been right…..
But he wasn’t old. Not at all. Big, black with golden highlights in his ruff, he sported the long legs and big feet of a significantly wolf-looking dog. I’d guess he was pushing 200 pounds. Definitely over 175.
I drew abreast, slowly moving. He slowed. We looked at each other. No fear. No surprise. No concerns whatsover. I am talking about him. I was quite glad I was in the car. It was not a wolf-like dog, it was a fully mature, strong, healthy wolf walking on the road like he owned it. And, for all intents and purposes, he did!
As we were moving at the same pace – which I am sure seemed weird to him – he made a decision and stopped. I took it as a hint for me to ‘Keep moving, buddy! Keep your eyes on the road!’ So, I did. But I saw him in the rearview mirror head across the road and up into the forest after I had passed. I guess he figured he had already exposed himself too much. He was gone in a flash.
It was noon-ish. It was a paved road (albeit a pretty remote one) and he was out in the open covering territory efficiently. He was very much in control. This was not a scurrying animal. This was a guy who thought he owned the road!