posted on Feb, 17 2015 @ 10:53 PM
It ended up being a regular thing for Merlin and I to go for walks after I returned from my errands in the evenings. At that time I owned a then late
model GMC Yukon. Merlin loved to go for a ride because he loved the road. Just like regular dogs he loved to overdose his olfactory sense with the
God only knows how many distinctive scents he could perceive with that snout of his.
This time we went about 5 miles North of my place higher up into the hills and deeper into the woods. Merlin was just a bit over a year old at this
time but was pretty well trained. Like any wolf you always know that any trip into the woods might be the last you see them. I loved Merlin but I felt
that keeping him penned into a 5 acre fenced area was a very small range for a wolf. This was another reason why I traveled by vehicle with him with
the window cracked. If he wound up chasing something and not returning in a timely fashion he could find his way back to the house. After a few
outings he knew I would leave if he did not return when called.
I used a whistle to train him. He was trained to come to the sound of it. I never yelled or hollered at him. Wolves do not like scolding or yelling
and will run off if you make aggressive sounds. They are unlikely to cower when yelled at or scolded, and instead become incensed and just leave.
Anyway we went out and this was one of those times he did not return right away when called. I worried and hung out for a bit but it was getting
pretty dark so I got in the truck and headed back home. I had the windows open and heard him howling when I was about 300 yards out headed South back
home. I stopped the truck and blew the call on the whistle again and waited for a while. With the engine off and the lights on I was hopeful he would
find me easy enough.
Then all the sudden I could hear very rapid foot falls of him running up at full speed down the gravel road. Merlin jumped right straight into the
passenger side rear window so fast he hit the back of the seat with a thud. He quickly recovered and looked up at me all out of breath and had a very
serious expression on his face punctuated with a soft nervous whine that indicated distress. I instinctively rolled up the windows. Before I even got
the truck in gear the reason for his mad dash into the truck window became clear. There in the glow of my tail lights I could see a large pack of
Coyotes come to a screeching halt. I took my foot off the break and rolled out onto the road continuing South.
I patted Merlin and told him, "See you need to come on back when I call you, you just about had a very bad night there." Needless to say Merlin was
sure to get back to the truck when he heard the call after that. He likely would have out run that pack of Coyotes back to our place but he would have
been one tired wolf when he made it back.
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