Walking slowly and carefully, I scanned the woods in all directions for any sign of a wolf. Blanketed in white and devoid of leaves and brush, it seemed as if my vantage was absolute. Then—stunned beyond belief—I caught the eye of a timber wolf watching me AND my son. Intelligent. Assessing. At the moment we made eye contact, … More Of Wolves and Pecans. The Call of the Wild in all aspects of life