Here in Alaska, we deal with a lot of wildlife that just doesn’t appear in most of the United States: for example, we have bears that can run 35 miles per hour, bite through a moose’s thigh bone, and rip the door off your truck to get to the sandwich in the lunch box you left in the cab.
We also have wolves. At least one fair-sized pack lives in our area. One early morning last winter I was walking from house to office when I heard them singing. I stopped and stood, entranced, for maybe ten minutes in -20 temperatures to listen to the wolf song. Our neighbor’s sled dogs chimed in, so we were serenaded from two directions. It’s a neat thing to hear – chilling, primal, beautiful.
We’re used to having these animals around, and we know how to live among them. What we don’t have a lot of is big ranches and people with huge…
