Oh, how I remeber 1972, Alaska, Talkeetna Mountains, Hatcher's Pass. High Up. Snow shoes and cross country skis. I usually had my .22 Colt Woodsman or Colt model .357. I would look for the odd snowshoe hare. The Woodsman was great for this. All you usually could see to sight on was the eye.
I never saw a wolf in the woods, only tracks. But, I could hear them in small packs as the twilight of the sun passed back below the mountains.
Beautiful country you have there 9.3.
I was in the hill country here in Texas this last weekend. Up and down the hills and down in the washes and creeks. Nice, but not the same.