First time to Ak, wife wanted to visit a friend on the island(Adak). We landed in Anchorage, drove down to Seward for a couple days and then up to Homer for a couple more. Scenery is just breath taking around there. Back to Anchorage for the flight to Adak where we spent a week visiting and hiking/sightseeing. I had some loose plans to do some caribou hunting during the week, as time permitted.
I was introduced to a local(we called him "Tim the teacher")who turned out to be extremely helpful and in general a great guy. On the first day we glassed 3 on a hillside about 600-700 yds away. We made an attempt to cut them off before they got too far into the hills but failed. Spent a lot of time glassing the hills, weather wasn't cold enough to bring them to lower elevations. One thing for certain, the weather changes often and with little warning...waterproof is the key term.
Second day started out fairly good, aside from the fact I forgot my waterproof gear, temps were tolerable. We had access to an argo, what a crazy machine, which makes getting to the far reaches much easier. We would park at the bottom of a hill and then climb to the top and glass for caribou. This seemed to work good and on the third of fourth ascent we spotted a small herd/group of five on the distant hillside. They were about 400 yards off and seemed to be feeding toward the east. If they kept feeding in that direction the two ridges would intersect and would make a great ambush point. I head back down the hill and along the ridge heading east hoping to get to the ambush point without being spotted.
Ascending the little rock outcropping I knock an arrow as I reach the crest. Easing to the ridge and peaking over...nothing. I climbed to the wrong outcropping! I had to retrace my steps and head over to the next outcropping. Again, I knock an arrow, ease to the crest and peak over...yes! They were continuing to work to the east and should walk right into my ambush.
This is hard for me to write but I was about to experience the worst fear of my life. The first bull crested the ridge and turned east, setting up a perfect broadside shot at 15 yards. I begin to stand and draw the bow but couldn't, my muscles were frozen! For the life of me I can't get to full draw and the big bull just trots away. In frustration I kneel down and jam my left arm towards the ground. I finally get to full draw when the third bull turns and offers a broadside shot. I settle the pin just behind the shoulder, touch the release trigger and send the arrow whistling toward the bull. What followed was a loud thump, the shot seemed perfect. However, the bull trots off seeming rather casual for what had just transpired, leaving me uncertain of my shot. By this time Tim had worked his way over to my postition and we watched as the bull continued to follow the rest of the herd. He was showing signs of slowing so we waited and watched, He made it about another 80 yards and then bedded down his final time.
At this point I said a short prayer thanking God for this opportunity.