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frank church guy
Lil-Rokslider
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I hope everyone enjoys, thought I'd share an incredible hunt. First I would like to send thanks to all the Alaska hunters who gave advice on hunting in Alaska wilderness back in February to a first time moose hunter (and kevin dill). And I am including my caribou hunt with my moose hunt. (and a griz hunt with a resident that shot one) I will attempt to tell the story from start to finish. It started in late July when my long time friend/boss fired me and everyone else here in the Frank Church. I will not go into details but needless to say I need a new username. So after I got canned I called my friend who invited me to go hunting in Alaska and explained the situation. So after explaining he invited me up early. So I changed my ticket and flew to Fairbanks three weeks early. For three days I hung out in Fairbanks (beautiful town more on that at end). Helped the mechanics with prepping the super cubs and being there little labor guy. Had a great meal at the Chena steak house the night before I went on the most incredible 5 weeks of my life. (The pictures will follow)
The next morning helped load the planes and jumped in to fly north to start my adventure. Upon arriving into the first of three strips as we were on final approach, the strip was loaded with caribou scattering west. At this point it just capped off a day like no others. The country we flew over was absolutely beautiful, and more remote than any place I have ever been. Ate an incredible meal of moo cow steak and beans. This meal was delicious but nothing compared to what was to come.
So the next morning I am up and ready to go hunt. Fortunately for four hours we watched herds of boo go buy. No shooters
(I wouldnt know the difference because this was my first time ever seeing a caribou up close). So I learned from friends. Around noon a friend and I went for hike. His seven year daughter wanted to hike. She had her tuff boots and she lived up to the word tuff through the rest of the day., After walking a couple miles of that insanely "cool" tundra we hit a small hill with black spruce. My friend is leading and I am twenty feet behind with his daughter in the middle. He stops abruptly and holds his hand out to tell us to stop. I ask him, "what a griz?" Yep fifty feet a griz is bedded and all we can see is its head. Made sure his daughter was behind us at this point and then start barking at the bear. I know, silly, but wanted a cool picture. Beautiful blond head. Bear did not care. So we backed away slowly and headed back to camp. That was the first of twenty grizzllies I saw. So cool.
About a couple hours later we spot a bachelor heard of boo a mile away on the other side of the river bottom. Watched for a bit and then decided to make play for them. Starting across the river and then up into tundra, we moved in slow jog to cut them off from their westward mission. The whole time his little seven old daughter in her tuffs is running along! Almost cut the boos off but they kind of got in front of us (imagine that two legged humans vs four legged tundra bait) So I dove down prone throwing my rifle over my pack. Ranged the group and started asking my friend if their shooters. range was 595. He tells me the front one looks like a shooter but it is up to.......boom! My excitement took over. I was really jacked up. 7 saum delivered a 160 accubond right through the heart.
He only is around three hundreds but with velvet he looked huge to me! The coolest thing to me was that little seven girl was right on backside through the tundra in her little tuffs! I have pictures with her but I wont post those. And the grizz we saw three hours earlier was around six hundred yards from where I dropped this boo. What a awesome 2 days. ( I still have thirty two to go). Let me know if I am okay at telling the story. A couple moose hunts and more follows, I spent thirty days in the brooks and 14 were solo
The next morning helped load the planes and jumped in to fly north to start my adventure. Upon arriving into the first of three strips as we were on final approach, the strip was loaded with caribou scattering west. At this point it just capped off a day like no others. The country we flew over was absolutely beautiful, and more remote than any place I have ever been. Ate an incredible meal of moo cow steak and beans. This meal was delicious but nothing compared to what was to come.
So the next morning I am up and ready to go hunt. Fortunately for four hours we watched herds of boo go buy. No shooters
(I wouldnt know the difference because this was my first time ever seeing a caribou up close). So I learned from friends. Around noon a friend and I went for hike. His seven year daughter wanted to hike. She had her tuff boots and she lived up to the word tuff through the rest of the day., After walking a couple miles of that insanely "cool" tundra we hit a small hill with black spruce. My friend is leading and I am twenty feet behind with his daughter in the middle. He stops abruptly and holds his hand out to tell us to stop. I ask him, "what a griz?" Yep fifty feet a griz is bedded and all we can see is its head. Made sure his daughter was behind us at this point and then start barking at the bear. I know, silly, but wanted a cool picture. Beautiful blond head. Bear did not care. So we backed away slowly and headed back to camp. That was the first of twenty grizzllies I saw. So cool.
About a couple hours later we spot a bachelor heard of boo a mile away on the other side of the river bottom. Watched for a bit and then decided to make play for them. Starting across the river and then up into tundra, we moved in slow jog to cut them off from their westward mission. The whole time his little seven old daughter in her tuffs is running along! Almost cut the boos off but they kind of got in front of us (imagine that two legged humans vs four legged tundra bait) So I dove down prone throwing my rifle over my pack. Ranged the group and started asking my friend if their shooters. range was 595. He tells me the front one looks like a shooter but it is up to.......boom! My excitement took over. I was really jacked up. 7 saum delivered a 160 accubond right through the heart.
He only is around three hundreds but with velvet he looked huge to me! The coolest thing to me was that little seven girl was right on backside through the tundra in her little tuffs! I have pictures with her but I wont post those. And the grizz we saw three hours earlier was around six hundred yards from where I dropped this boo. What a awesome 2 days. ( I still have thirty two to go). Let me know if I am okay at telling the story. A couple moose hunts and more follows, I spent thirty days in the brooks and 14 were solo
for drinking Four Roses.
