Wolves VS Dogs

Bearbait

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Wolves killed and ate a neighbors dog yesterday about 100 yds from my house and everyone is all excited around here. I live next to a lake and every winter these wolves patrol the shoreline every few weeks looking for tasty dogs and kitties but most people don't realize it. I've found remains of dogs numerous times along the lake, I think people usually just think fluffy ran away from home. There was a big tom lynx around the lake a few years ago and he really cleared out the cats that roamed at night. Trapping season opened today so this weekend I'll hopefully start to thin their numbers a bit and make the world a safer place for fido and bulwinkle.
 
Bearbait":2bt9tpqz said:
Wolves killed and ate a neighbors dog yesterday about 100 yds from my house and everyone is all excited around here. I live next to a lake and every winter these wolves patrol the shoreline every few weeks looking for tasty dogs and kitties but most people don't realize it. I've found remains of dogs numerous times along the lake, I think people usually just think fluffy ran away from home. There was a big tom lynx around the lake a few years ago and he really cleared out the cats that roamed at night. Trapping season opened today so this weekend I'll hopefully start to thin their numbers a bit and make the world a safer place for fido and bulwinkle.

Had a buddy loose his favorite beagle while rabbit hunting. All he found were tracks & blood spots!! :mrgreen: :beer
 
in 29 palms there are two types of cats, yes roger only two, inside and coyote snack.

hell I will put a coyote aginist most dogs twice there size. I have seen what they can do when cornered.
 
Several weeks ago, while riding my motorcycle in Wyoming I had a Coyote come up to me as I was breaking camp one morning........I had my back turned and was on my knees adjusting the valves of the bike..... I thought it was a dog so I petted it..... shortly afterward a man cam up to me to tell me he had never seen anyone pet a coyote,..... it was only then that I realized what it was... guess it did look a bit wild eyed...

Joel
SEA3PO
 
Wolf slain in pack's raid on village found to have rabies
The Anchorage Daily News

A wolf killed during an attack on sled dogs in the Yukon River village of Marshall last week has tested positive for rabies, and state officials Wednesday night said unvaccinated dogs in the village should be euthanized.

The wolf was part of a pack that killed a half-dozen dogs the night of Oct. 24 before villagers chased them out, killing the one wolf and wounding others………

http://www.adn.com/front/story/9421529p-9334021c.html
 
Great book I read as a kid was the "wolves of paris" A account of the wolf packs that killed an lived off the dead of paris during the 100year wars (i think that was the right war) Its based of facts but told from the wovles eyes. They killed a lot of people after they figured out we are easy to kill. good reading .
 
My dog looks like a wolf. By the way, the boat in the photo is for sale for $14,500. E-mail me at: mac@ameliaisland.net and I will forward you lots more photos include pictures of the cabin quarters below. I will also deliver the boat or assist with delivery.
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Thats an easy question..... just ride it some....it will fall into parts that you can easily manage....

Joel
SEA3PO

BMW fan
 
Boy, CaptMac, your dog looks a lot like our dog used to. I say used to, because she passed away Labor Day weekend. She was a great companion for 12 years. Very smart and intuitive. GSD's, the domesticated wolf.

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Cats are temporary citizens here in Cowlitz Co. in SW WA. We had one for a few years, but he was mean and big and the fastest climber and descender of trees you ever saw. I think it is mainly coyotes and bobcats that are the threat. On Halloween night however, once home from trick or treating I got a call on the phone from my friend Harvey saying he’d wounded a black bear at his house that was getting into and destroying his bee hives. He’d shot it twice with his .338 Win mag before work and he wanted me to come down and help him trail up the wounded or dead bear. It was now 8:00 pm and very dark. Of the guns to choose from….. my .338 Remington? The Ruger .44 revolver? The lever Marlin .30-30? Duh, we are talking close range, wounded predator…. I grabbed the 12 gauge Browning Semi Auto – 5 and loaded it with five rounds of 00 buckshot! I also grabbed the Coleman lantern and decided that having Gauge the big chocolate lab along might not be bad either. There was very little (maybe two small splotches) of blood that were hard to find in the darkness – not a good sign. The brush was very thick. Harvey was sure he’d hit it and it had dragged its back legs down the hill into the creek bottom. Gauge was nervous, darting around and sniffing. As we worked our way through the briar, vine maples and twisted limbs, climbing and crawling and getting scratched up, maneuvering the lantern and gun, etc. we got further apart. Lauren (his 15 year old daughter) trailed with her flashlight. Harvey was caught up in some broken branches and then, upon hearing a loud “woof” sound Gauge flew backwards, alarmed, back to my position, growling pointedly at something ahead. I knew it was more than just a wounded bird or raccoon by his reaction. He was scared and very, very ready. I lifted the lantern with my left hand, holding the forestock of the gun too. I said “I can see it, it’s right there, and it’s moving. I’m going to shoot.” It was a huge pile of blackness, head towards me, lying down. So I shot, not wanting to miss the opportunity to have a close range shot at a stationary target in view. I aimed at its head. BANG! It rolled to the left and started thrashing around some. I aimed again and pulled the trigger…. Nothing, not even a click. The gun had jammed (and that gun NEVER jams). I cleared the spent hull from the ejection port and it chambered another round. But there was no point. Harvey joined me and we all watched as Death closed its clutches on the massive, black, wooly varmint. The bear stilled. We waited more. Finally, after many comments about how truly BIG it was (250-280 lbs.), I touched it’s eye with the barrel of the shotgun. Both eyes were open and unmoving…. A great sign it was over. Finally, with some courage worked up, we started to examine and prod it. It was all Harvey and I could do to drag it. Lauren started to help and then chimed out with “I should probably take off my jacket…. It’s dry-clean only.” Well it was comforting to know at least one of our bear hunting party was dressed well with a coordinated red and brown, suede leather jacket ensemble. So we tied a rope around it and proceeded to drag it up a steep, blackberry vine covered slope. I went up to get my truck to see if we could tie several ropes together and to it to drag it up the main part of the steep hill. When I came back down, Harvey said he’d lost his pager (necessary as he was on-call with the fire dept.) We had the neighbor call the Fire Dept. and to give Harvey a practice page. Within minutes, the bear started ringing. Sure enough, the pager was under the bear. Well, we eventually dragged it up to the driveway, 2 feet at a time with me backing up the truck while towing and Harvey, jostling the bear through the weeds. Once up, pictures were taken and then Lauren, Deb, Harvey and I lifted the bear into the truck bed. Back at Harvey’s we had a few more pictures and started skinning the carcass while Lauren held the flashlight. It is amazing how exhausting that feat can be. Older deer often have an inch of fat on their backs in places. This bear had three inches of soft white fat totally encompassing it’s whole torso, top, sides and belly as well as down onto the legs. Using the folding pruning saw we cut through the bones of the ankles (much tougher than deer’s) and got the hide all the way off. Once it was gutted, we got the meat into an elk bag and stored it in the garage next to the hide. What a night. It was 1:30 am before I went to bed. All in all, a great little Halloween Varmint Adventure! Pics later.
C.W.
 
CW

Good Story, Had me right there with you. Was wearing my running shoes and kept a few feet back, so if things hadn't worked out like they did could keep just a step or two in front of you and your friend Harvey on the reverse. :lol:

Jay
 
When we lived in New Mexico, our property backed up to an Indian reservation. We had literally millions of acres of vacant land in back of us. There were some wolves and lots of coyotes out there. At night I did not let our dogs out alone for fear of them becoming coyote snacks.
 
there are two pics of the bear in my photo album, not sure how to paste it here. The carcass (without hide, head, paws or guts weighed 129 lbs.), confirming our guess at 250-270 lbs. live wt. We went elk hunting today, saw 3 Roosevelt bulls each with 4 pts. per side and about 12 cows, but alas, they were in the permit only area and we had to pass them up. C.W. [/img]
 
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