I know that most of the posts on here from hunting excursions are successful harvest stories. This posting is of the first hunt that my two brothers and I shared together, ever.
We grew up in a hunting family, but since my youngest brother is 8 years younger and I moved away from home to join the CG soon after I turned 18, us three brothers have never lived in the same town. Two of us at a time have gotten together, but three hunting together never happened until this year. I live in Kodiak, one brother lives in Kenai, and the other lives in Idaho.
The hunt this year was for sheep, and we locked in our plans early in the year. The hunt was something Iíll remember for the rest of my life, and hopefully this will be the start of repeated hunts together.
As I said, we didnít harvest a ram, but that wasnít for lack of trying. It seems there werenít any full curl rams left in the area. We probably saw around 100 sheep at varying distances over the 8 days in the field, and we saw maybe a handful ĺ curls and quite a few smaller Ĺ curls. Ewes and lambs seemed to be in good shape too, but the elusive full curl was never spotted, which tells us this area had been hunted more heavily than when my brother last hunted their 5 years ago. We also watched a beautiful sow grizzly with two cubs that looked to be in their second year for a long time while we continued spotting for sheep. She and the cubs were spectacular. Donít bother asking where we were (not that youíd want to since we didnít score), but my brother swore us to secrecy. Who knows, the population may bounce back in 5 years if left alone.
So, I hope you enjoy the pictures. Donít let the ones of the beautiful weather fool you though. We only enjoyed good weather during short breaks in the rain and also the last two days, but by then weíd covered the country pretty well from two campsites. The last two days we kept covering ground hoping the big boy would show, but we also got to enjoy some beautiful evenings by the camp fire sipping good drinks, celebrating our time together smoking some good cigars, and rehashing family relationships and funny stories.
Oh yeah, I lied, we did make one harvest. A rat b-turd ground squirrel that chewed into our food stash to eat some of our oatmeal. He was stupid, and he paid in a DLP trap that my brother brought with him.
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