Yukon…go time

Day 8 - Low clouds and fog swallowed up the peaks behind camp. When you can’t see, you end up doing the one thing nobody wants to do at all on day 8 of a sheep hunt. You wait at camp. Staring at the mountains and wishing the fog/clouds away. By 11:00 the clouds had lifted enough and the wrangler was off. By 11:30 my son and the guide rode out. Me? I stared at the roof of my tent some more. It was the only place that was safe from the mosquitoes, flies and gnats. I had brought some books for my son and I in the event we had bad weather and needed something to pass the time. By this point I was well into the fourth (and final) book. It was going to be a long and boring day for me.

The guide, wrangler and my son all three rode into camp a few minutes past 6:00 pm. The wrangler had had a day of hard hiking trying to relocate a lone ram he saw early in the afternoon. My son and the guide rode horses and checked out a couple of drainages.

*NO PICS IN THIS POST AS I WAS STILL CRIPPLED UP IN A TENT……SORRY. MORE PICS IN FOLLOWING POSTS I PROMISE.*
 
Day 9 - We woke up early with a plan to get them out and hunting for a FULL day. As soon as we saw the guide he notified us of a change in plan. The outfitter said we needed to get to base camp ASAP. So we broke camp as quickly as possible and began our ride. It had been raining all night the previous evening and it wasn’t stopping for our ride. Not a downpour. Just a constant shower. By the time we covered the clicks we needed to cover to get back to the trailhead, nothing was dry.

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Back at basecamp we had time to admire the one ram, a beautiful Fannin, that had made it back to camp. And everyone had a chance to look over my son’s caribou. Me? I may have snuck off at one point and grabbed a soft tape from my cabin. I had to know……how wide is that thing?!?!? 55 3/8” wide. That’s how wide. Rough scoring the next day showed a gross score of 424” and change and a net score of 404”. For the record, I’ve never scored a caribou but I’ve scored plenty of deer and elk so I’m familiar with the process but caribou are different. I reserve the right to have screwed something up while measuring but I felt good about the numbers when double checking everything against a formal score sheet from B&C.

Dinner, no, a feast was had that evening. They smoked backstrap from my son’s caribou on the Traeger and coupled it with mashed potatoes, brown gravy, horseradish sauce, homemade bread, homemade pies……a feast.

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The plan was set for the morning. My son needed to be ready and in the truck at 5:30 am so that he, the guide and the wrangler could be dropped at the new trailhead. It was going to be a long day. 3-4 hour ride in. Hunt until they (hopefully) get it done. 3-4 hour ride out. He needed to get some shut eye.
 
About to board our last flight home. And once we get there I get to see my wife and younger son that we haven’t seen in 2 weeks. Full day tomorrow I’m afraid. I’ll try to get the finale posted in the next day or so but you guys are gonna want to stay tuned. I promise.
 
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