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I had a similar situation happen to me about 15 years ago.

Happen about 80 miles to the east of me.

Just to the west of this incident A women inside the city limits had her dog taken with in feet of her house and her.
The DNR said she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.

I came very close to shooting some last winter.

https://forums.accuratereloadi...791093772#3791093772

A retired warden shot one last winter in his yard.

https://wisconsinexaminer.com/...baiting-in-his-yard/

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I had a similar situation happen to me about 15 years ago.

Would like the hear the rest of the story.

My thought is the whole pack should be eliminated. If they are threatening humans as a group. The female wolves will teach this same behavior to the young.

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Originally posted by buckeyeshooter:
My thought is the whole pack should be eliminated. If they are threatening humans as a group. The female wolves will teach this same behavior to the young.

Many of us who live in Wis. would country would agree with you.

Our trouble comes from down state where there are no wolves and the city folks.

Who love wolves because they are fuzzy, furry, friendly forest critters. Who well do no human harm.

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Originally posted by p dog shooter:

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I had a similar situation happen to me about 15 years ago.

Would like the hear the rest of the story.

Years ago a friend and I flew into a small lake just north of the falls on the Nuyakuk river. Neat spot, the lake was actually a chain of three lakes with small navigable creeks connecting them. We brought a canoe along and camped on the middle lake with the intention to float and hunt all three. Previous to this hunt I'd been there once before and successfully called and shot a nice bull.

So the two of us paddled, spotted and called for a few days with no success. One evening at last lite we called it over for the day after sitting and calling and started the paddle down the narrow creek back to our camp on the middle lake.

I am left handed. The canoe we were in is very light, nimble and tippy. At the time I had along with me a 375 Ruger African. So as we float along with the current I noticed movement in the meadow on my left , look around and I see a wolf coming at us flat out, fixed on us like we're wearing a bullseye , the wolf being more than 100 yards away and closing fast. Ahead of us and also on our left is another wolf coming in fast to pinch us off.

So I hiss to my friend seated in front of me, "wolf, don't move!" as I go to work in the wobbly canoe trying to get my rifle out of the float case. He says, "huh?" and turns a quarter of the way around in the wobbly canoe. We repeat at least a couple more times.

So I finally got banging away at one of them, (again, being left handed, swing far to my left and in the wobbly canoe with my wobbling friend,) and I empty the gun without harming a hair.

The wolves were so intent on their hunt even the bobbing people and the rifle fire didn't dissuade them until they were very close. After I ran out of bullets and was wallowing around in the canoe to get more, the wolves figured out we weren't a couple rabbits or caribou, turned tail and scattered. That might in the dark and from camp we listened to the pack howl and reassemble. In the end I saw at least three.

So the way we figured, we were sitting down in the canoe, in a narrow creek, the creek banks lined by waist hight grass and bushes. The wolves could only see our heads, spaced about 12' apart moving silently across the meadow. They legitimately figured we were game. What surprised me because I just didn't know any better was how turned on they were. Those wolves were absolutely in attack mode, the fire was lit and they wouldn't turn. The two I saw were coming full out, a dead sprint and I could see they eyes locked on me.

I saw something similar a little while before that up in the Brooks Range hunting sheep. I watched a grizzly scent, stalk, charge and grab a small caribou laying down sleeping. The bear was all loose, rolly polly, soft and cuddly until he caught scent of that caribou and in that moment you could see the bear tense and coil like a spring.

Thanks for the story.