Ovis, .......I guess the breakfast at Hilltop was the key.
The hunting at the top of the world was quite different, that is for sure. The Artic ocean is still there........started to throw a rock at Russia, but then remembered they are "the artist formally known as the USSR"......and felt like a caveman taking a step back in time as I ran along with 28 muskox at 30 yards.
A 45" moose on the far north tundra may have been the oddest sight of the trip, but having a buddy put a bow stalk on a grizz as we looked on had to be a highlight. Trumpeter swans and tons of Dall sheep remind you of your summer dreams as the reality of long grueling stalks across the tundra begin to numb your body, and the task at hand is all too present. The one thing that continually drives you is the knowledge that your trips to such places are surely limited, and anything less than all out is just unexceptable.
While the end result at this point has to be a successful hunt, with or without a filled tag,..........watching a stud bull go down after days of stalking is almost surreal. It is truely one of the few times I can honestly say I find myself speechless. I think this is where Moose Man inserts some wise crack
Anyway, I am exhausted.........just got back a few hours ago. There is a bed with my name on it. 3 days of travel both ways takes a toll.........but then, if it were easy, there wouldn't be much of a story, now would it.........
The hunting at the top of the world was quite different, that is for sure. The Artic ocean is still there........started to throw a rock at Russia, but then remembered they are "the artist formally known as the USSR"......and felt like a caveman taking a step back in time as I ran along with 28 muskox at 30 yards.
A 45" moose on the far north tundra may have been the oddest sight of the trip, but having a buddy put a bow stalk on a grizz as we looked on had to be a highlight. Trumpeter swans and tons of Dall sheep remind you of your summer dreams as the reality of long grueling stalks across the tundra begin to numb your body, and the task at hand is all too present. The one thing that continually drives you is the knowledge that your trips to such places are surely limited, and anything less than all out is just unexceptable.
While the end result at this point has to be a successful hunt, with or without a filled tag,..........watching a stud bull go down after days of stalking is almost surreal. It is truely one of the few times I can honestly say I find myself speechless. I think this is where Moose Man inserts some wise crack
Anyway, I am exhausted.........just got back a few hours ago. There is a bed with my name on it. 3 days of travel both ways takes a toll.........but then, if it were easy, there wouldn't be much of a story, now would it.........