My wife, father, and I flew into the Ivyshak on 25 August with Coyote Air from Coldfoot. My dad tried to bring everything with him. After we cut 40 pounds of Dad's gear and an additional 15 pounds from my wife's and my gear we were off to our remote camp. We seen about 60 Dalls on our breathe taking flight. On day one we did not see a single animal from camp. Disappointing to start out. I did catch a nice fresh grayling dinner though. On the second day (First day of hunting) I made the executive decision to shoot whatever bull we saw. I thought the pickings would be slim. We decided to walk about 3 miles west/southwest in our valley and see the sights. I made the horrible decision of dropping our wader shoes for weight. My feet are still sore from crossing the Ivyshak in just chest waders. DO NOT drop the wader shoes for weight! Three miles from camp I say that I do not want to hump a caribou three miles back to camp. My dad wants to see what is just a little further around the mountain. My wife and I wish him good luck and decide to head in the direction of camp and take post on the side of a mountain about 3/4 of a mile from camp. As soon as we left my dad, I said to my wife "I hope Dad shoots a bull, but not this far from camp!" As my wife and I arrive to the base of the mountain I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and pull up the binos. Two teenage grizzlies getting out of dodge is what I see. Nice to know the bears have respect for humans. The wife believes she hears three shots and I do not hear anything and go on with glassing. My wife and I make it through 10 foot alders to the side of the mountain. While the wife sleeps I catch the two teenagers coming back towards us. I decide catching these two in 10 foot alders is not my idea of a good time and we relocate to the flat open tundra to spot. We sit for 30 minutes and my curiosity of where the bears went gets the better of me and I stand up. The teenagers have now wandered within 300 yards of us and are moving closer. The bears spot us and keep a 300 yard buffer away from us. Did I mention that Grizz season opened in 5 days from this point? Dinner is calling and we head back to the tent. My dad was suppose to be back at 5:00 and it is now 7:00. I mention to my wife that Dad is usually prompt when hunting. Ten seconds later dad emerges through the brush with a huge smile. I got one is all he can say. I did not believe him and I believe my reaction was please tell me you did not shoot it way over on the point. He says "No I shot it further around the point." Dad had prepped the meat for the night and we left the meat on the mountain for the night and were going at first light to get the meat and antlers. Day two is over and we see one caribou and two grizz.
Day two starts early with outmeal and coffee. We decide to take only my dad's .338 and our pack frames. Meat hauling is on the agenda. We get about 1/4 mile from camp and I catch movement. Shooters and a herd full of them. I have my dad take my wife and his .338 and tell them to get in front of them and I will get my .338 and meet them in front of the herd. Off we go. I get my model 70 from the tent and get in front of the herd in a drainage and I do not see my partners. I finally catch a glimple and see that they are even with the herd. I made it in front of the herd. I hear my dad's rifle roar and I wait for my shot. What I though was about 200 yards, I count legs and wait for one nice bull to seperate. I check for good heavy tops, count legs and squeeze one round off. I think I missed. I wait for the herd to move about twenty feet and I see antlers sticking up. Mine is down. One shot smoked him and I did not even see him fall. At this point I believe my wife has shot her bull as well and I stand up. The herd starts to wander back in my wife's direction and the .338 barks again. Then I see my dad chasing the herd and my wife straggeling behind him. I yell for my wife to keep up with the herd. She stops and I believe something is wrong. When I get to her, she turns her face and all I see is blood. My dad's scope bit her pretty good.
TO BE Continued later this afternoon