The last few seasons have been very frustrating . Hardly any time to get out and never having the luck on our side. These things were all I could think about when one of my best friends asked me if I would go try to fill his tier 1 tag with him last week. He had no experience in hunting caribou. And had never been to the Denali hwy before. After a lot of debating I decided to just go for it, come what may. What followed was one hell of a weekend, and a reminder on how positivity and just rolling with the punches and having an open plan can lead to the greatest of things.
Friday the 11th, I left work early to gather up a few things we needed. We were going for the bare minimum since it was technically a suicide run. To save on gas, we were rolling in my 87 subaru gl wagon. We didn't get out of town until after 5pm. We finally arrived to the big su bridge on the Denali at 11pm. And finally decided on a spot to park around midnight. We slept in the front seats of the car.....
At 6am saturday we arose to cold winds and heavy rain. Seeing as how our original plan Had been to walk in on the CCUA, and after seeing the amount of vehicles there, we decided the best idea was to head to Alpine Lodge for a delicious hot breakfast and coffee. We spoke with several other hunters who told us there had no been no sightings, the animals weren't moving and there was alot of bears around. It was then I suggested we head to the Maclaren country.
There was a ton of traffic up there that morning. Very busy. We stopped and glassed every place we could. It was very frustrating to glass that much country and not see anything.