To catch a wolf
become the wolf
where tracks lead distant
to trails beyond
His nose on fire
and fangs bare fronted
to follow closely
all fear withdrawn
He marks each turning
with blood ill letted
to lure the hunter
on death’s foray
This sojourn ends
in wooded darkness
to enter once
— your fate to prey
(Beartooth Mountain: August, 2025)
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Kurt Philip Behm (
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Very nice Kurt yes in hunting that was a rule to hunt the hunter you must become him. This works as a metaphor as well and loved the word play on prey
I tracked a Grizzly in the woods off McDonald Lake in Montana with a 454 Casull in my belt. I followed him 3 miles back to the waters edge where his tracks ended at the waterline. I know he didn't swim the lake but he was smart enough to walk backwards in his own tracks off the beach and back into the woods. At that point I had an epiphany and realized who was really tracking who.
Wild! Kurt. I lived in Billings Montana for a couple of years and have camped in the High Uintas of Wyoming where I have seen bear tracks and I guarantee I would not track one but would try my best to put miles between them and me.
Thanks, I was in Red Lodge last week and my son and I rented 4-wheelers in Cooke City and went to the top of Beartooth Pass. There was bear scat everywhere.
They leave that for a reason, like scratching a tree it tells others to stay clear. Glad you didn't have any run ins.
Excellent job, Kurt!
Thanks TR.
You are most welcome!
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