I’m pulling a comment that was left on one of my posts from a person showing a bit of frustration about how “learning to live with wolves” is a real life-changing experience, and featuring here as a front page blog post. Please, before you wolf lovers and the clueless masses of heartless beings go passing judgment on this person, remember only one thing…..if you are capable of that. This person has lived for many years in Idaho, as do many thousands more, who had no option when it came to living with wolves. Had this person moved to Idaho wolf country recently, knowing the situation, it would be a bit harder to muster up complete sympathy. Perhaps, for just one minute, we all can let our defenses down long enough to picture how your life might change.
I thank this person for agreeing to let me feature their comments. The comment is in response to another reader’s comment and I have XXXX out the name.
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“No XXX, the dogs are prisoners in the house, and are marched out on a leash to crap along the “bio fence” which is outside of the fladry fence – which is outside of the 6.5 tall pole and wire fence that surrounds the yard. The back 2 sides of the hamstrung mare’s pen are fenced solid with steel roofing – to a 6 foot height and down into the ground to prevent digging. She has solar lights that come on at night. The neighbor that abuts that corner thinks it looks like a junk yard fence. I don’t blame him, but that horse has been through enough.
Also the dogs are wormed regularly and do not eat live prey or have access to gut piles. I also organize a vet day and pay to have a vet come up here and vaccinate/worm the village dogs. I have been know[sic] to cover the cost for those who couldn’t afford it. Do you think that is sufficient? Or do you have further suggestions on how we should change our lives to “live with wolves”? Or do you like so many other[sic] think we are “ignorant hillbilly rednecks” because we don’t want habituated wolves living around us?
I can tell the difference between wolf, dog, fox, and coyote crap, as well as several other mammals, and some birds. I know where the bear sh*ts in the woods too. I’ve talked to Will Graves, and he knows the part of the country my grandfather came from – and about the wolves there. My grandfather told us about the wolves in the old country – he survived a wolf attack.
If you think my comment harsh, well I get miffed at people who think they know more than I do when they have not walked a mile in my shoes.”
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I recall several years ago when I was writing about things going on in Idaho with wolves, elk, ranching, etc., a reader came onto this site and left me a comment/question. The tone of the comment, followed by a question was that I had no business offering commentary about Idaho because they knew I didn’t live there. The question was, “Why do you think you can write about people and places you’ve never been or seen?”
Well, not that I think that it is a disqualifier because you haven’t been someplace to be able to offer commentary, but my answer was simple. I have been to Idaho and I have met some of the fine folks who live there. They are probably very similar to the person who left the above comment.
I never heard back from this person again when I shared about the families I met and the beautiful children. Sitting down with a three generation family and sharing a prayer followed by a meal, the bounty of their harvest. These people are very much the heartbeat of America. Regular and real people seeking the same things most of us do; life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
Think about what happens to you when your world is suddenly disrupted, completely changing many things you do, snatching away the liberties you so enjoy. The next time you get ready to open your mouth and make a comment about whiny people, or any other adjectives you might choose to use, think of this one person and realize how alive and real this person is.
And you want to ruin their life? For what?
Tom Remington







