I have been banging at the keys again and thought I would stop and share the first chapter of the new trilogy I have started of another Northern adventure and the study of the Wolf and the challenges they face on a daily bases
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No matter the time of day or night it reverberated up and down his spine. The mournful cry of the pack rang across the valley floor. “Magnus” the alpha male had a sound all his own, deep distinctive, his pitch and tone ran the full octave of scales. Each call had a message only deciphered by members of the species of the Rocky Mountain Canadian Wolf.
Dan Thaler looked over the expanse of the McKenzie River Valley. The MacKenzie was the second largest river in Canada, its length was recorded as 1080 miles winding it’s way through the Canadian wilderness, eventually draining into the Arctic Ocean. The primary residents along its path were the Slavey Indians who named it Deh-Cho and further north were the Inuit people who called it Kuukpak. Dan reached into his backpack, removed his spiral notebook and wrote June 21st/2013.
We are at the time of Solstice again, how many years have I sat in this vast land and recorded this time of year. No words can give justice to what I see laying before me.
In my morning devotions I read the first verse in the Book of Genesis, verse 1. Though I have read it many times this morning it struck a cord deep within. “The earth was without form and void and darkness was over the face of the deep. And the Spirit of God was hovering over the face of the waters.”
The power of those words have been with me all day as I look over this magnificent landscape trying to imagine it as being void. How could it possibly have been void when I see nothing but life before me. The cool summer breeze has life, the sounds below have life, all is alive and yet is rarely seen by man. As I walk over this land I am reminded of just how insignificant I truly am here. From the smallest of insects to the largest of mammals I am but one of creation.
Canis Lupus has become my life study. The wolf as he is known to man has been here since God created this wonder. The research I have conducted over the years has taken me deep into the world of this illusive animal. 40 different sub species all over the world and yet this, the Wolf, I have here is the master, the king of his own world. He lives in perfect balance and harmony with what he has been given.
The world has written him into being the hardened criminal of the animal kingdom, it is sad what influence a few written words can have on impressionable minds. Yet I see an entirely different creature. Yes he is a killer, at 175 pounds he can take down his game effectively. The wolf is like any living organism he has to eat as well. His efficiency of consuming all he kills surpasses all. Nothing is left to waste and yet man has condemned him to a lifetime of being hunted.
As I close this day I seek the will of the Father above in the work I do. May He who surpasses all understand guide and direct me. Magnus has called his pack together. It is their time, as I watched the sun dip to the horizon and rise again. His call is pure, haunting and yet with purpose.
It had started at the age of 11, his dad had been a geologist for many years and he would venture out into the remote areas of the north seeking traces of sought after resources. A tall man, lean and weathered from the environment. He would watch with interest as his dad would lay all the supplies on the table slowly packing them into his backpack being careful to check each item off his list. Today was different there were two packs on the table. His mother stood at the kitchen sink wiping her hands on her apron. “Are you sure Ron, he is just a boy.”
His dad reached over and tussled is sons unruly hair. “Yup, we have the makings of a real man here and it is time. Time the boy see what his old dad does for work. He will be fine sweetie.” He reached for his wife Ruth and took her into his arms and hummed a song as they danced across the worn linoleum of the kitchen floor. “Honey you know I love you dearly and well this boy is a gift from above and time he learned the ways of a wilderness man. I will look after him and promise to bring him home safely.” He dipped his wife down and kissed her lips. “Now does that reassure you.”
“Ron, you are a bad one, a girl can never resist your charm. Get packed, your flight will be here before you know it. Make sure you have the Satellite phone with you.”
Dan had waited his entire life to go on adventure with his dad. At last the day was here and the excitement was captivating. Rather than watch his dad walk from the house to the waiting plane today he would be walking beside him. A half hour later he was covered in kisses from his mom as they stepped off the porch and walked towards the old Beaver aircraft. He was about to enter into a world new and foreign to him. His dad carried his old Winchester 30-30 and a 44 magnum handgun. He had his own Mossberg 22 calibre gun. This was a day of triump for him as he waved at his few friends who had gathered. His step was long, his chest thrust out as he looked up at his dad, his mentor and teacher. He had arrived and was ready for anything that came there way.