Matt arrived at 5:30 am, and we drove off to pick up two of his hunting buddies, Ryan and Jake. Accompanied by heavy metal music to wake everyone up, we headed out to the provincial forest area that Steve and Harry hunted. The headlights made looking for tracks easier, and we stopped often for Jake to jump out and check the freshness and size of any promising sign. We saw lots of wolf tracks, along with bobcat, lynx, moose, elk, and deer. As daylight crept in, I was quite concerned about the sheer size and steepness of the surrounding mountains. The boys had delighted in relating stories of "hikes from hell", following the dogs over hill and dale for hours, and considering the way I was hacking and coughing, that was an experience I was hoping to avoid on this trip. We checked many tracks throughout the morning, and occasionally the red bone and black and tan hounds, in a box on the back of the truck, would let out a mournful howl, hoping to be released to chase a cat.