I saw one the last day of rifle season. I was walking a trail by myself heading up to the high country. Hadn't seen anyone else in hours. I stopped to grab a snack and fill up my water bottle. After a 10 minute break, I heard a bird or squirrel or something, I looked back and saw a wolf coming over the crest of the hill, in my direction, parallel but about 15 yards off the trail I just walked on. That sob was following me. Luckily there was enough brush between us that I saw him before he saw me. He hadn't realized that I had stopped. He bolted at the sound of my lever action without even looking back. He was almost white, and big. I'd like to have a pic but I thought grabbing the rifle was more prudent at the time. Keep your eyes on a swivel.
