I went out looking for coyotes this morning. Left about 6am and got to my spot about 20 minutes before it was light enough to see my crosshairs. I sat still for a while and let things settle down and began calling as soon as I could see well enough. After about 5 minutes of calling, maybe less, I nice coyote blasted out of the brush onto the old snowmobile trail I was watching and froze facing me but looking to the opposite side where it came from. I was waiting for a better shot when it all of a sudden dissapeared where it came from in a blur. I put down my gun and kinda cursed myself silently when out of the woods on the other side of the trail from where the coyote came out came two very large timber wolves! I just saw them for a second and they took off after the coyote. I didn't call there again as I didn't want the timbers to come back. My heart was sure pounding when I saw those wolves. Whew!