Myself and Jack my hunting buddy of 13 years applied for 2010 drawing permits and when the day came, I found i had drawn dm830, after looking into the cost of the hunt i asked around and found myself looking into other options for the season(guess I should have planned better). this was a great tag and I have never ate a tag before but with great pain i was unable to come up with enough to make it happen, hell i could buy a boat and go to the koyukuk for the cost of the transporter, the freight to/from gelena along with tickets to gelena. After a brief talk with the area biologist i was bumbed i couldnt make it, there but was assured there were plenty of moose in the other area I was looking at.
I have no excperiance on the yukon or on a boat! so we booked a moose/caribou hunt to ANWR, from coldfoot for a lot cheaper! we planned on hunting our way north, and filling any tag we could fill, but were unable to get the early start we planned on. We finally got out of anchorage with the trailer full of everything but the kitchen sink and the 2010 hunting season was on.
after multiple stops we found a place where some hunters were glassing, they had spotted a few bulls that morning, but all jack could think about were the sheep in the far distance. The next morning we packed for a over-nighter to get a look at these sheep, by the time we had dropped down the first ridge one of ther other hunters took a fork bull and was starting to pack it back. we BS-ed and he gave us a chuckle when we told him what we were up to. By 3 it was more than just raining now, it was pouring! and the down hill faceing alders were treating us like they were shower heads. By the time we got to the the bottom of the first real step stuff there was talk of just camping there and hunting moose on the way back.
Packs were dropped and minutes later we noticed a bull just standing there striaght on watching us. we gave him a good look over and couldnt tell if he was wide enouph, he did have what looked like 3 tines on the on side but he wouldnt move. minutes passed and finaly jack pulled up , hes leagal! as the bull began to move. I was running the camera and remeber looking back at where the truck was, and then at jack, I gave him the sure, nod! then the are you cazy look. This was jacks first moose and hes a young fella, 22 thinks hes invincibale still, im only 30 but I know better, 3 + miles is way to far out to shot a moose imo. Attachment 40000 after downing his first bull we set up the tents, and grabed the butcher gear and walk up to the bull. It wasnt till he was standing on him that the words came out, Wow thats a big animal, this is ganna take a while.The weather was great for keeping the meat cool as we packed the first load out the next day, 4 hrs out 6 back to the tents,after a couple loads out each a friend came up to help on the 3rd and we were able to pull camp and the last loads, it was a back breaker! by the time we were done jack was asuring me he would never do this to anyone again, till at least next year. The velvet came right off at the kill site and had good color by the time we got outDSC01615.jpg
The meat got sent home to get cutt, and we were agian back on the road north for some more self inflicted pain.
We made it to coldfoot after a little rest and then to the the sheep spot, we geared up and packed for a 4 day hunt in a little honey hole that I took a ram last year. It was a full day pack out to make the 5 miles off the dalton highway and the mountains are tricky on this hell hole. there are 4 peaks that have swaying ridges that all connect and there are only 2 places that you would even attemt to go down, like last year we camped at the foot of the ridge and walked up and over to look over the valley and spot sheep. we were camped at 4.86 miles on the gps so the sheep on our side of the mountains were safe since we didnt bring the bow up with us. We did find a old sheep horn from years ago that i packed out later.
We spent that first evening around camp glassing the sheep on our side or the mountain while passing the sheep horn back and fourth wishing the little banana ram watching over the harlem of ewes near camp was as big.