This country's hard on people. You can't stop what's coming.

[TOGIE]

The contrast in hiking fairly unencumbered out here compared to a heavy pack is very noticeable, and maybe only because we just finished our 8.7 miles with 5 days worth of camp on our backs, because it's still hard. No matter how much weight is in your pack, the tundra is still trying to swallow your feet.



The tundra is not all that conducive to stalking. Do what you can. Priority is being downwind, of course. There looks to be enough of a rise to their north that we could slowly sneak up within 300 yards. A double up is not out of the question.

I've made clear to Bluffgruff that he get's dibs on whatever he wants out here, doesn't matter who saw it first. I'm riding on his coattails of hard work and learned experience in this country, he shoots first all day every day, unless he doesn't want to.

This is definitely a bull he wants to shoot.

It's time to move slowly. Take a few steps and glass, look for antler tips. There are cows further up the ridge that I worry about. But they seem to pay us no mind.

We know we're getting close, but we really don't know how close. We begin to crouch, and shuffle. Rise, look, move, repeat.

Finally they come in to view. It is an impressive bull. They are looking directly towards us and this rise did not bring us as close we thought, 500 yards maybe. No great way to shoot.

They're becoming unsettled, they know something is up over here. Despite how careful we really were, they sensed enough movement to know maybe they oughta roll. We should've tried to approach more from above them.

They rise and start to walk away, trot at times, briefly run, down hill, off to where the ridge our camp is on descends to a small creek and then a perpendicular hillside begins. They seem to settle down there. Definitely in play. But now another straight line mile maybe.

That was a 1.5 mile stalk though. It's now past 9 pm. It's been a very big day. It's rainy and windy. We need food. Time to call it.

 

[Lmartin5]

Great thread!

 

[TOGIE]

We got the tarp set up and got dinner going. Windy, spitting rain, darkening sky. It was around 11 pm.

Sitting there under the tarp, while it serves as a really wonderful reprieve from the wind, I'm still back to shivering. Drinking tea while the dehy rehydrates, it's honestly kinda just back to misery. All parts of my feet hurt, the tundra doesn't care if your boots are properly broken in, it wrecks your feet. My blisters hurt, and you already feel the calorie deficit, which is undoubtedly a big contributor to struggling to feel warm. Combine all that with the wind and the dampness of your clothing and the cold just seeps to your core. I just wanna be done with dinner and get in that sleeping bag.

It was a weird juxtaposition of feelings. I mean, we barely even managed to begin getting camp settled and we already have worthy bulls to chase. The excitement was real and genuine. We weren't struggling to find caribou and I still couldn't believe I was in Alaska. While half of me was genuinely soaking it in the other half of me was wanting to just get this over with and get out.

It really puts some profound perspective on the fact that Bluffgruff has successfully done this solo. He'll be the first to admit he has zero, if not negative, interest in doing that again.

Welcome to the North Slope, I guess.

I slept well.

 

[TOGIE]

There was no attempt to get up all that early. We weren't really fully up and getting breakfast going till 9:30 or 10.

It was still cloudy, still windy, not raining exactly, just spitting, like it mostly has been. Biscuits and gravy with coffee. A double up on Starbucks Via will do today.

Plenty of caribou around. I'm crouched down 20 feet or so away at the tundra puddle filtering water for the day when Bluffgruff announces "3 bears, sow and 2 cubs." They're over a mile away, probably a mile and a half, not moving towards camp. We do have a rule, you don't say the word "bear" unless there is actually a bear.

Unfortunately they were out of view by the time I was done filtering water. Bummer, I wanted to get my eyes on some North Slope grizzlies.

We kind of just laze around, staying on our feet, wandering here and there, watching caribou, waiting for a plan to kind of announce itself. I'm getting cold, it's still windy, and I want to just start hiking somewhere to warm up. Hiking out here is such a commitment though, best to usually wait until there is good reason.



There is a noticeable bull way up on the ridge above the draw where our spooked bulls settled in last night. Above and left of Bluffgruff in the above picture. Cows too. They kind of appear and reappear on the ridgeline. We're keeping a close eye on that. We both have independently concluded that is likely the big bull from last night. The smaller one appears too.

We set up the bear fence. We continue to keep tabs on these bulls. Definitely last nights bulls. We're mostly convinced they will disappear over the ridge before long. Maybe we could hurry over there and get on top of them if so.

Bear fence up. I'm given a warning that this thing zaps through all manner of clothing and hurts like $*)Q!#@$ mother )#$(*))@.

Check in on the bulls. They have disappeared from the ridgeline, no more cows to be seen either. Should we try and gain that ridge and hope they're just on the other side? Or in some playable location?

Oh shoot, wait, they're down the hill side a little, meandering, in our direction...

Still glued at the hip.

 

[Gulf of America]

Do you keep a journal during your hunts? The detail is impressive but the really fantastic part about all your write-ups is the introspection. The description of how you feel at various points really makes it relatable and makes it more than just a hunting story. 10/10 writing.