While on a summer howl survey I spied a dozen turkey vultures in the trees down the road. I thought this is worth checking out, and parked my car off to the side of the road. I didn’t want to scare off the vultures and so I approached quietly. My nose caught the stench of rotting flesh, and the crunching of bone coming from inside the forest on the edge of the cedar swamp. Out of view, and below the roosting turkey vultures I heard the sounds of gray wolves cleaning up a carcass. What a find!