If you will notice, at the top of TomRemington.com, on the menu bar, you will see, “Tom Remington’s EBook Sales“. If you click that link you will get information on “The Legend of Grey Ghost” as well as future books coming soon. The Legend can be purchased currently in two formats. At the bottom of the page, readers can click on the “BUY NOW” button. Through PayPal you will be able to purchase the book and download it to your computer hard drive. From there you can open and read the book or if you have other ebook reading devices, there are processes that exist to get this pdf version uploaded to those devices.

Or, you can follow the Amazon.com link and quickly and easily download “The Legend” to your Kindle.

Steven and I are excited about providing this opportunity for you. In addition, writing is underway and plans made for more ebooks coming soon. You don’t want to miss out.

Thank you.

Tom Remington

Nearly 40 years ago, we kept perishable foods in coolers filled with ice. Lighting was with Coleman lanterns and later supplemented with gas lights. Today, a Honda generator supplies enough electricity to keep a refrigerator going and lights and electricity for the camp. One might wonder other than lights, what else would a hunting camp need electricity for? Well, this is 2011. Cellphones have to be charges, portable radios need to be charged, electricity is needed to run all of the laptop computers hunters bring and it powers the old radio we found on the dump so we can stay abreast of the news.

The first night at camp this year, the meal was meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and biscuits, followed with your choice of chocolate, apple or custard pie and home made spice cake. In the first photo below, the old wood-fired cook stove, not only cooks and warms our food, it has a water tank so we can have hot water, make coffee and hot water for tea, and keep us warm in camp as some nights can get pretty chilly.

Check out those hot biscuits and two pans of meatloaf in the oven.

Milt Inman Photo

The oven is big enough and hot enough, with some good “biscuit wood”, to bake up two large pans of meatloaf.

Milt Inman Photo

Once seated for the meal, it’s “boarding house reach” and every man for himself, however, we do stop long enough to pass the biscuits. Take note of the beverages of choice: Coffee, Dr. Pepper, Pepsi and Root Beer…..seriously!

Milt Inman Photo

With the help of a dump body on the back of the Mule, snow was shoveled from piles into the dump and trucked down the woods road and dumped over the bank.

Shhhhhhh! By the time I had arrived late on Sunday afternoon, the younger bulls had all the shoveling done. I was very proud of them. Wood was all stacked in the shed, the camp was warm and supper was cooking in the wood stove. (Eat your heart out!)

Milt Inman photo

Word began spreading rapidly, mostly across the Internet, through Facebook, blogs and emails, and as still seems to be the skepticism among Internet readers, there also existed doubts to the authenticity of the story because it wasn’t presented by some official looking media outlet.

The updates I included in the original story provide readers with links to a newspaper account as well as the same video which is below done by KXLY News.

*Update* October 13, 2011 – Below is a video of Rene Anderson’s encounter with a wolf while hunting. This video comes from KXLY News.

According to the information I was given, the woman in the photo below was hunting elk with bow and arrows. The wolf appeared and attacked her full on. She dropped her bow, drew her sidearm and shot the wolf in the head 10 feet from her. A couple more rounds were required to finish killing the wolf.

Accompanying this photo and caption was an account of visiting hunters from out of state. Here’s what the email said:

“One of my Idaho Outfitter friends hunted a group of out-of-state elk archery hunters from the Great Lakes region last week and they called in a pack of 17 wolves by cow calling. None of the hunters had a sidearm or wolf tag and it was a very traumatic experience as the wolves surrounded the hunters! All hunters went home early very disturbed claiming these wolves are very different from the Great Lakes wolves as they claimed these Idaho wolves actually “Hunt” you and were not afraid!”

The account came with a plea to archery elk hunters to carry a sidearm for protection, where legal.

(This happened Monday September 19th, about 10:30am on Deadhorse Mountain which is about ten miles northeast of Headquarters, Idaho. I had ran a bear in the area the day before… I figure the wolves must have heard the dogs running then and moved into the area. So when I turned them loose the next day the wolves were close enough to intercept and kill them. Shane Richards)

Shane Richards

I’m mad. And not just a little mad either. Three of the best bear hounds I’ve ever been lucky enough to own, were killed by federally funded terrorists. Wolves did this while I was bear hunting scarcely ten miles from my house. My dogs were ran down and stretched from end to end. Torn apart with slashing teeth, their skin ripped off in chunks and ate, along with their guts, bones and every other piece they could rip apart before I was able to get to the scene of this ugly crime and run them away. I could smell the dogs before I found them. I could smell the blood and the guts and the death. Ruby had been killed first, there wasn’t much left of her. A bare spine was all that held together her front and her hind end. They’d chewed many of her ribs off, down to the backbone. As for Candy, they’d only just begun on her, tearing into her side and chest cavity, guts and organs pulled out onto the ground. They hadn’t had a chance to eat much of her before I arrived. She was gruesomely contorted, silently conveying the horrible way she died by the teeth of those wolves. I found Josey 700 yards away. The wolves had tore him up really bad but he was still alive. Although he was rushed to the vet, he died of his wounds. So there it is. All of this took place in no more than fifteen or twenty minutes from the time the wolves came in on my dogs while they were trailing a bear. I couldn’t have gotten there any quicker.

As I sat beside my two dead hounds on the hillside I looked out over the beauty of the mountains and the bright blue, cloudless sky. I could hear birds singing and the rustling of the wind as it rolled through the pines. It was a beautiful day but the wolves had put a bloody stain on the land and made these mountains ugly to me. In the Clearwater country of Idaho, where I grew up hunting and running hounds, there is now an uneasiness. All the land can feel it and I can feel it too. This whole scene sickened me and galvanized my deep, deep disdain for the wolf.

Some people seem to think that houndsmen treat their hounds more like a tool than a dog. I assure you that this is not the case. These dogs, that the wolves ate, were part of my family. From the time they were born, they spent a lot of time in the house, sometimes sleeping on the couch or maybe on the dogbed beside my recliner in the living room. I couldn’t move without them making sure they could come along with me. They were glad to see me arrive home from work, and they didn’t like it when I left them home. These hounds were just the same as anyone else’s pet, like your pet, a true part of the family. These dogs didn’t deserve to die in such a gruesome way, being torn apart and eaten while they were still alive. No dog does.

What really makes me angry is those who would say that it’s a risk that all houndsman take when they unclip the dogs; that by turning our hounds loose, we are putting them in harms way and by doing so we somehow value our dogs less than other dog owners. Houndsman, and the the hounds we hunt with, share the same fundamental yearning in our soul to pursue the wild places. You can’t force a hound to chase after a bear or cougar, it’s been bred into them for thousands of years. We all realize that there are many inherent dangers when it comes to bear or cougar hunting, however, prior to 1995, having our hounds killed by wolves was not one of those dangers. It was then that this exotic species was introduced to Idaho. The wolves are killing these dogs only because they are occupying the same space. And, frankly these wolves shouldn’t be in these mountains in the first place. My dogs are dead, and the fault doesn’t lie with the hound or the houndsmen. It lies squarely with the wolves who killed and ate my dogs, and with those who supported, and continue to support, the introduction of this exotic species into an area where it had never roamed before. Never roamed, because the timber wolf that inhabited this area many years ago was a much smaller sub-species than the Canadian grey that we are now plagued with.

The turkey was taken by Ray Pullins in southern Ohio on 4/25/11. Reports are he took a similar half white jake last year.

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Tom,
This is old three toes. He is kind of notorious here in the little snake river where he has done his share of killing sheep and I’m sure quite a few fawns and calf elk. I personally have been after this guy for several years. For the most part he has always been nocturnal but I think his age may have caused his demise Friday the 14th of May at 6:00p.m. he was crossing a small creek and heading east into some dark timber when he finally gave me the first ever chance for a shot. If you look close at his left front you will see he has only three toes. Weighed 425 pds and green scored 21″. His teeth were worn down quite a lot and one K 9 broken off and several scars from fights with rivals. Fish and Game estimates 12-15 years old.

Jim Richards photo

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Tom Remington