mproberts
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I apologize in advance this post is going to be long. I just figured I owed a recap to all the guys that provided input along the way and also thought it was best to pass along lessons learned and a review of our outfitter while they were still fresh in my mind.
I just finished a 9 day North Slope Caribou hunt with 2 friends (Aug 20-28). In one word the trip was a disappointment. I had been looking forward to this trip for 5 years and had it booked for 2 years, it was also the first real destination hunt for my friends. I think all the excitement paired with relatively high expectations for success (since we aren't really trophy hunters) lead to much of the disappointment with how the hunt turned out. I'm probably somewhere between the 4th and 5th stage of loss right now, equal parts depression with acceptance, so this recap will likely still be jaded some. I apologize again in advance for being a longwinded mopey bear, hopefully down the road I can find some more positives to take out of the experience.. haha.
Pre-hunt days: All went according to plan, our flights got in on time and the rental uhaul was ready. We made great time on the Dalton and weather was warm with bugs when we got to base camp. All reports from base camp were positive, basically 100% of the previous 15 hunters had tagged out (minus a guy that shot a cow and a grandfather that left day 2 after both his grandsons tagged out day 1)
Day 0: We got flown into our first camp early in the afternoon, we were the second group flown in for the day. A couple bow hunters were just pulled off of this lake earlier in the day, both had been successful and they had lots of pictures of good bulls and had put multiple stalks on bachelor groups of bulls. They even reported seeing a herd of around 300-400 pass through the day before. I think all of this reporting is what lead the outfitter to drop us there. The lake was only 6 miles off the Dalton and just outside of the archery only zone. We landed an immediately started glassing up Caribou, although all cows and calves.
Day 1-2: We hiked out to a glassing point and spent the morning glassing up cows and calves, with no bulls in sight. One of our guys started having heart palpitations so we had to request a flight out for him. Young guy in shape, no explainable reason for the issues. After consulting with his doctor and the clinic in Deadhorse it was advised that he get to real medical care. He ended up flying home a day or so later. I also ended up getting the flu day 1 which lasted pretty much the whole trip, but was especially bad the first 4 days. The weather also drastically changed day 1, as a front pushed in with strong cold winds. Temps dropped probably 30 degrees that day. Day 2 we woke p to snow and for the rest of the trip the temps stayed low. I doubt we rarely saw temps above freezing and with pretty constant heavy winds I'm sure the wind chill never got above freezing. We honestly only had the sun come out from the clouds maybe 15 minutes during the whole trip.
Day 3-5: We continued hunting hard each day hiking 2-3 miles in each direction, basically to the best glassing spots and then glassed out to 5 miles in each direction. With good glass and the terrain being flat it was sort of pointless to hike out pass 2 miles from camp. We saw the same groups of cows and calves daily, they would travel very little each day, 1/2 mile at most and then often back to the same spot the next day. After 4 days of not seeing any movement or bulls in the area we requested a move to another spot in hopes of landing closer to some bulls. We were slotted to move day 5 but a packed flight plan and a late day weather front halted the move.
Day 6-9: On day 6 we got moved into a new spot, which was 31 miles north and only like 10 miles off of the ocean. Over the next few days the weather got worse. It stayed cold but we had days where the winds stayed almost constant at 40-50mph and another day were the snow and clouds never broke leading to visibility of a 100-200 yards at most. When the weather was clear we hiked out and glassed a lot of terrain with the same results, no bulls. We did spot up a nice brown bear (if you are the fellow RS member in camp that had a bear tag, pm me.. I've got a story about that), we also ran into some ptarmigan while pushing a creek bottom.
After 10 days in the field without ever seeing a bull or putting in a stalk it was hard to have a real sense of even hunting. It was honestly pretty somber getting back to the van and starting our trip back home. It was a hard hunt with few positive memories, we will likely remember the scenery on the drive up, we saw some amazing terrain and some cool game we had never seen.. like a black wolf, muskox and moose. I think we can also look back positively that at least we stuck it out the whole trip despite being hit hard with weather and just plain bad luck.
I think my main observations were that the weather hurt us the most. I'm no expert but I really got the impression that all the warm weather before we arrived had the bugs up and the Caribou moving crazy distances daily. So when the temps dropped and the freeze happened it was like the Caribou were just incredibly content to stay put (which is all we saw). It's like the music stopped and we just happened to be stuck in locations were no bulls were. I will say that I also got the feeling that the central arctic herd has really been thinned or at least the bull to cow ratio is really really disproportionate. Obviously the change from a 2 to 1 bull NR bag limit is a clue, but even while flying over 80 miles of the tundra we only spotted 2 bulls from the plane, while glassing up hundreds/thousands of cows/calves. I know my luck is pretty terrible, but I would have expected to have seen more bulls while flying.
I just finished a 9 day North Slope Caribou hunt with 2 friends (Aug 20-28). In one word the trip was a disappointment. I had been looking forward to this trip for 5 years and had it booked for 2 years, it was also the first real destination hunt for my friends. I think all the excitement paired with relatively high expectations for success (since we aren't really trophy hunters) lead to much of the disappointment with how the hunt turned out. I'm probably somewhere between the 4th and 5th stage of loss right now, equal parts depression with acceptance, so this recap will likely still be jaded some. I apologize again in advance for being a longwinded mopey bear, hopefully down the road I can find some more positives to take out of the experience.. haha.
Pre-hunt days: All went according to plan, our flights got in on time and the rental uhaul was ready. We made great time on the Dalton and weather was warm with bugs when we got to base camp. All reports from base camp were positive, basically 100% of the previous 15 hunters had tagged out (minus a guy that shot a cow and a grandfather that left day 2 after both his grandsons tagged out day 1)
Day 0: We got flown into our first camp early in the afternoon, we were the second group flown in for the day. A couple bow hunters were just pulled off of this lake earlier in the day, both had been successful and they had lots of pictures of good bulls and had put multiple stalks on bachelor groups of bulls. They even reported seeing a herd of around 300-400 pass through the day before. I think all of this reporting is what lead the outfitter to drop us there. The lake was only 6 miles off the Dalton and just outside of the archery only zone. We landed an immediately started glassing up Caribou, although all cows and calves.
Day 1-2: We hiked out to a glassing point and spent the morning glassing up cows and calves, with no bulls in sight. One of our guys started having heart palpitations so we had to request a flight out for him. Young guy in shape, no explainable reason for the issues. After consulting with his doctor and the clinic in Deadhorse it was advised that he get to real medical care. He ended up flying home a day or so later. I also ended up getting the flu day 1 which lasted pretty much the whole trip, but was especially bad the first 4 days. The weather also drastically changed day 1, as a front pushed in with strong cold winds. Temps dropped probably 30 degrees that day. Day 2 we woke p to snow and for the rest of the trip the temps stayed low. I doubt we rarely saw temps above freezing and with pretty constant heavy winds I'm sure the wind chill never got above freezing. We honestly only had the sun come out from the clouds maybe 15 minutes during the whole trip.
Day 3-5: We continued hunting hard each day hiking 2-3 miles in each direction, basically to the best glassing spots and then glassed out to 5 miles in each direction. With good glass and the terrain being flat it was sort of pointless to hike out pass 2 miles from camp. We saw the same groups of cows and calves daily, they would travel very little each day, 1/2 mile at most and then often back to the same spot the next day. After 4 days of not seeing any movement or bulls in the area we requested a move to another spot in hopes of landing closer to some bulls. We were slotted to move day 5 but a packed flight plan and a late day weather front halted the move.
Day 6-9: On day 6 we got moved into a new spot, which was 31 miles north and only like 10 miles off of the ocean. Over the next few days the weather got worse. It stayed cold but we had days where the winds stayed almost constant at 40-50mph and another day were the snow and clouds never broke leading to visibility of a 100-200 yards at most. When the weather was clear we hiked out and glassed a lot of terrain with the same results, no bulls. We did spot up a nice brown bear (if you are the fellow RS member in camp that had a bear tag, pm me.. I've got a story about that), we also ran into some ptarmigan while pushing a creek bottom.
After 10 days in the field without ever seeing a bull or putting in a stalk it was hard to have a real sense of even hunting. It was honestly pretty somber getting back to the van and starting our trip back home. It was a hard hunt with few positive memories, we will likely remember the scenery on the drive up, we saw some amazing terrain and some cool game we had never seen.. like a black wolf, muskox and moose. I think we can also look back positively that at least we stuck it out the whole trip despite being hit hard with weather and just plain bad luck.
I think my main observations were that the weather hurt us the most. I'm no expert but I really got the impression that all the warm weather before we arrived had the bugs up and the Caribou moving crazy distances daily. So when the temps dropped and the freeze happened it was like the Caribou were just incredibly content to stay put (which is all we saw). It's like the music stopped and we just happened to be stuck in locations were no bulls were. I will say that I also got the feeling that the central arctic herd has really been thinned or at least the bull to cow ratio is really really disproportionate. Obviously the change from a 2 to 1 bull NR bag limit is a clue, but even while flying over 80 miles of the tundra we only spotted 2 bulls from the plane, while glassing up hundreds/thousands of cows/calves. I know my luck is pretty terrible, but I would have expected to have seen more bulls while flying.
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