A co-conspirator and I just made our third trip out to Skinwalker Ridge. The first account is in here somewhere, the second was back in January, across a snow blanketed mesa top under foggy sun which added some interest.
And zooming in on the above photo afterwards i saw this "critter" peering over the rocks ( i added eyes to illustrate!):
And then made our way down to just above the ranch:
No anomalies experienced on that snowy trip, just a nice day out on the ridge.
Yesterday's venture had the ridge under sun and whipped by wind. Quite a few desert flowers in bloom too.
If familiar with the goings on or the "went ons" at the ranch, you'll know the Gorman's experience of the 4.5' tall bulletproof black wolf.
With that in mind, we were quite surprised to see this thing staring at us from 120 yards away as we dropped down below the 2nd tier of ridge. I've found size hard to gauge when in canyon country, distance can be deceiving and boulders that seem similar in size to a car have often turned out to be closer to that of a house. This guy looked every bit the 4.5' at the shoulder from where we stood.(This with a 70-200mm at 260mm equivalent with aps-h.)
Convinced we were seeing the invincible yee naaldlooshii, we were frozen with sheer terror and did the only rational thing-- unfroze and walked over to investigate.
It had disappeared in the interim of getting there. As we stood on the "rim" looking across to the point where it was last seen we debated how to approach. If not a murderous guardian of the
in-between worlds then maybe it was a guard dog from the ranch trained to shred interlopers. Regardless, we didn't want to meet it on the rocky slope below us so we whistled for it, surely skinwalkers answer to whistles...at least this one did:
As he drew closer we watched him shapeshift down into less formidable size right in front of us! He ambled over, let us pet him and promptly rolled over for a belly rub. He had us fooled and knew it. He stayed with us all afternoon leading us off into the wilds down along the ridge as their kind are wont to do....(most who follow are never heard from again)....finally leading us back to the car, he knew where it was, a mile and a half away, just after sun down. He made a great companion, never uttered a peep. He would take some of our sandwitches but would have no part of water, seemed afraid of it really, probably characteristic of yee naaldlooshii. A beautiful day on the Path of the Skinwalker.
And down at the ranch with the heli-pad and the trailer where Tom Gorman's prized bulls were "corralled":
One of the 3 watchtowers: