Trapping wolves is all too often an exercise in frustration. Since catching that pretty black wolf early in December, the pack has only been back once, and I missed them.

I had several snares set in their trails (which they tend to use each time they come through the area), but the day before they came, a wind storm filled in all of their old tracks. It made me sick to see their new trails going right by 6 of my snare sets.  All I could do was set more and keep waiting.

Although the action can be slow with trapping, sometimes you just get lucky. As I was headed out to the cabin to spend the weekend checking and setting lynx traps, I had what I consider to be a very rare and lucky opportunity, even for Alaska.