TEmbry
WKR
Was actually waiting for this forum to spring up before I posted up the story, so no time like the present i guess. I am no stranger to traveling up to Alaska for a DIY hunt, this making the 3rd in 4 years (Kodiak Blacktails in 09 and POW Black Bear in 12). When I began planning this trip, I was apprehensive. The haul road was BY FAR the cheapest route I could take, but from reading online you would think it was the worst hunt on earth. More hunters than Caribou, Road hunting, Caribou moving at 100 mph, etc... I decided to give it a whirl anyway, as stubborn as I am. I was convinced by the logic of a friend who does this trip annually, he said sure you can avoid other people with a fly in.. but if the migration isn't coming through your camp... have a fun camping trip. On the Haul Rd you can pick up and relocate 30-100 miles if need be. I went with the attitude that we would have one hell of a road trip and camping trip, see some awesome sights, and maybe with 8 days of hunting get into bow range of a bou or two. I severely underestimated just how awesome my trip would be.
The trip started with a nearly 800 mile roadtrip north from Anchorage. The drive was nearly as awesome as the hunt itself.
We were super organized heading north to camp...
After 7 days in the tundra and breaking camp down in the rain, the ride back quickly became a "throw everything in an we will sort it out later" loading experience...
The coolest experience of the trip was meeting a hunting idol of mine, Dr. Jack Frost. Spent an evening at his home listening to stories from the glory days of hunting. His living room was a sight to behold. Very humble guy for all he has accomplished.
The trip started with a nearly 800 mile roadtrip north from Anchorage. The drive was nearly as awesome as the hunt itself.
We were super organized heading north to camp...
After 7 days in the tundra and breaking camp down in the rain, the ride back quickly became a "throw everything in an we will sort it out later" loading experience...
The coolest experience of the trip was meeting a hunting idol of mine, Dr. Jack Frost. Spent an evening at his home listening to stories from the glory days of hunting. His living room was a sight to behold. Very humble guy for all he has accomplished.