The Ripster and I went snowshoeing again last night. I gotta tell you, I was glad he came along. About 300 meters in there was a fresh set of wolf tracks coming down the trail. Then they just ended. I couldn't figure it out for a minute, there were no spots to the side where he had jumped off the trail. As I looked at the tracks closer, I saw that he must have been coming down the trail at the same time I was going up. He turned around and doubled back about another 200 meters, where he met his other two friends. They then all proceeded to the "Y" in the trail that makes the loop. Two went down toward the lake, one went on the ridge. I'm never worried about wolves, but at this point I was thinking something was up. The tracks weren't running, they were barely ambling along, like they were just staying in front of me.
Anyway, I unleashed the Ripster and hit it with that headlight to flash it around, and followed the single track trail. When I circled back to the lake, the biggest one on the lower trail had beat me there, and followed my trail out onto the lake. That trail goes for about 500 meters, and then connects with a land trail that joins back up with the main trail. I checked the entrance to the main trail, no tracks, so the big fella was still somewhere on that little loop. I decided to skip that part of the trail for the night.
As I booked it back, I could see where the other two had been hunting ahead of me. One would jump off the trail and try to flush stuff out to the one waiting on the trail, pretty much the same way my Dad used to use me when we were bird hunting. It was an interesting night, I had a strong sense of being watched for most of the trail. If I go tonight, I'm going to try to find someone to go with me who's slower.
PS. Canot, working on the video, lots of cutting going to be going on.