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Yesterday morning, one of my biggest farm fears was realized.
I was awoken with a call from the front door, “Katy, get up, something’s happened to Wyatt.”
Clay had gone out to start his truck for work and found Wyatt at the end of the driveway, stumbling and bleeding. Help Dad look on his face. His eyes were glazed over, he was shaking violently, had a large gash on his shoulder and puncture type wound on his back/neck area. I looked him over, noted he wasn’t actively bleeding although there was blood, quickly wrapped him in a towel and my husband rushed him to the vet clinic in town, 20 minutes away. At first we couldn’t figure out what had happened. Was it a neighbor dog fight? (no… Wyatt would have won that). Did he get down to his number one arch nemeses, the horses? Coyotes? What had happened to my old man as he did his morning business? He had only been outside for 15-20 minutes.
After calling the vet clinic to give the heads up, I bundled up, grabbed my .243 and headed out to follow Wyatt’s blood trail to get a better idea on what might have happened. I followed it to the near by woods, lost it and decided to head to the corrals to see if he had taken any paths leading to the horses. Sake, our cat, decided to accompany me on this short walk and I was grateful for it. Something just didn’t feel right.
I received a text from Clay saying that Wyatt was in surgery getting stitched up and the vet stated it was an attack, multiple assailants. In that very moment, I was surrounded by the sound. The undeniable sound of a wolf howl. Multiple wolf howls – two above me and one below. I took one look at Sake and we booked it for home. I texted back with alarm “Could it have been wolves?”
“Definitely coyotes,” was the reply I received. “My Conservation Officer (CO) buddy said that if it was wolves, he wouldn’t have come back.”
After ensuring the chickens were safe and that Maynard was by my side, I heard it again. A lone howl this time, calling, calling. It was coming from our upper field. I sat and listened on the back deck for 5 minutes or so.
I called our CO friend immediately.
Once again, it was unlikely it was a wolf attack because lets face it, what dog makes it out alive. But he did mention it was weird that I thought I was hearing a wolf as he didn’t believe in coincidences. He called his father (a retired CO) to come out and told me he’d be on his way later. At least we could start to piece the puzzle together.
Meanwhile, Clay starts sending photos of Wyatt and his injuries. Something had picked him up by the back of the neck and torn all of the skin away from the muscle…The vet said he was very lucky to be alive. I knew that coyotes aren’t large enough to pick up Wyatt like that, I mean he is a tank. But it couldn’t be wolves. He wouldn’t have gotten away, right?
Three drains, 10 wounds and 20+ stitches later, Wyatt came home and started to fully come out of the sedation. He was afraid and disoriented, but wagged his tail any chance he could. The retired CO arrived and said he had found two pairs of fresh wolf tracks above the house. He took a look at Wyatt’s wounds, looked at me very seriously and asked where I had lost the blood trail. I walked him out to the spot, and he immediately found what I had missed – a blood covered bush that lead through barbed wire up a path trailed with blood. Not very far from the house at all. He set off and I went inside.
He came back, quickly. It was a wolf attack. He found a fresh kill site not more than 100 yards from our house, at least three different sets of wolf tracks and he had followed their pursuit and attack on Wyatt. How he made it home, alive, we do not know. It kept being repeated – he is very lucky to be alive.
So, we assume Wyatt was on his morning rounds and went to check out the new smells and the raven party, only to find some not very nice creatures on the other side.
The retired CO spent the rest of the day tracking on the property, I ended up seeing one grey wolf cross our upper field, but we didn’t have much luck catching the buggers. Wyatt was in a lot of pain and really freaked out, but was starting to come out of shock. Our CO friend showed up at the house and he and Clay were ready to hunt. Following the blood trail to the kill site is the second eeriest moment of that day for me, the first, y’know, that whole being surrounded by wolves thing. Still sends shivers down my spine.
Although they staked out the kill site, no wolves returned. Clay set up the game cam and we got to witness the coyotes and ravens clean up the site. More fresh wolf tracks today to go along with the howling I heard throughout the night, but still no actual sightings close enough for a shot. Wyatt had a terrible night, I think part pain, part trauma, but we got through it. Nothing like sleeping on the floor holding your dogs paw just to let him know you’re there and that he is safe. He’s a hero in my book… thank god he found them first. I can’t imagine if I’d been doing chores and stumbled across them unarmed or if I had to go look for him and found a bigger mess than I was prepared to tangle with…. he came home, he came to warn us. My heart breaks for him, but am I am so so happy that he came home. How? We will never know, but he definitely earned his “bad ass farm dog” award. He didn’t give up, he didn’t submit, he didn’t lay down, he has two bad hips and a bad knee and still ran like hell… He won’t be winning any beauty contests any time soon, but that’s just fine with me. He has also once again lived up to his Wyatt Earp namesake, the baddest doggy in the west. I guess that makes Maynard your huckleberry…
Today is a new day. Wyatt is alive and we are on the hunt. For those of you who may feel sorry for the wolves and think it is not right that we kill them, please remember that the safety of myself and my family is at stake. I refuse to walk around my property being afraid of the big bad wolf. I will not constantly look over my shoulder, or worry that one of the dogs, chickens, horses could be killed at any moment because wolves are in our territory. We share this land, but we must stake claim to what is our safety zone. I’ve run across countless kills on my hikes/walks/skis and never once felt in danger as they were not 100 yards away from my house. I have no problem staking claim on our homestead and defending my brave dog, frankly it would be stupid not to. He lived to tell the tale for a reason. The night is dark and full of terrors, but Mama’s got her .243 and she’s not ashamed to use it.
Keep you dogs safe and your guns close folks, homesteading is not for the faint of heart.
And wolves… we’re coming for you. I hope Wyatt got a chunk or two for himself.
Now, if I could only get the Peter and the Wolf soundtrack out of my head when I am walking the property, that would be great.
Thanks to all who sent prayers, concerns and well wishes – Wyatt knows he is very loved.
Wow!! So scary but so glad he’s ok. We have coyote on the Island we live on and they wander close here and there and we find all sorts of dead possum, rabbits and squirrel carcasses but luckily have never had a run in.
This has been our first run in with any type of predator on the farm. We have tons of coyotes, but they never seem interested in getting too close. I do know that they will draw a dog out of its yard and attack it in a pack, so good to be cautious!
I definitely don’t want to meet any wolves while I’m roaming the Chugach with my dogs. Wyatt is one tough cookie. I wish him a speedy recovery.
Go get them, Katy! Wolves don’t usually attack people, but it has happened. We had a fatal wolf attack up here a few years back. I would much rather you protect yourself and family (to include the four-legged and feathered kind) than suffer a personal loss at the fangs of wolves.
You sound weary, worried, and wonderfully strong. So glad he made it out
Where abouts in Charlie Lake are you? We live North of the lake and hike & snow shoe to the lake almost every weekend and the incident with Wyatt gave me chills. Your poor pup going seeing the pictures of him all beat up just breaks my heart. On sunday we hiked 20km and my husband thought he saw wolf tracks but was absolutely sure. I thought they were just from us the previous day but our one lab was looking into the bushes and growling. I don’t think I will be going by myself anymore just to be safe. I wish Wyatt a full recovery and I hope the wolves move on. You have every right to protect your family (pets) so if it takes a .243 amen to that.
Suppose to say my husband wasn’t absolutely sure.
Hi Julie, we live down the Old Hope Road. We see signs of wolves all the time, it’s just never been this close to the house! Thank you for your concern for Wyatt, I’ll definitely let him know. He has been frustrated with all of his tubes and stitches and just wants to get outside and play 🙂 Not bad for a 9 year old man…
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