It turned out that he was the only one I'd caught, and he was one of the pack's young sub-males. Still, it was a wolf, and although I've been in my fair share of exciting woods experiences, there is nothing like seeing that you've actually caught a wolf. It didn't work out like I'd hoped, but wolves are like that. They often will do what you least expect them to, and getting just one to step on a 3-inch pan in the middle of miles of wilderness is an accomplishment for any trapper. I still have a couple of months to try my wits against the rest of the pack, which is now smarter, but that's what really makes wolf trapping fun. Stay tuned, and I'll keep you updated on how the the remainder of the season unfolds!