Just returned from my 3rd black bear hunt and 2nd to PWS within the last 11 days. Each trip was special in its own right no doubt, but this last one was something truly memorable.
Steve (known here on the forum as Stid2677) was gracious enough to offer an invite to my wife and I to join him out in his camp in PWS. Many of you might remember that that last time the 3 of us went hunting it didn’t end so well for my wife, so she especially was looking forward to a trip with Steve that didn’t involve a chopper or a call to the Coasties. So with her on the mend and really wanting to get back out there and just hang with Steve again under a bit better circumstances it was a wonderful opportunity we didn’t dare pass up.
Getting home around 8 pm Friday from a previous trip to Prince William Sound and putting gear from that away and gearing up for the next trip left me with about 2 hours of on/off sleep until my wife and I rolled out of bed at 2 AM to begin the drive to meet up with Steve.
After logging a mile or a two we met up with Steve and had a quick breakfast in town prior to heading out to catch up a bit from the last time we saw him. Soon the gear was loaded and the boat was launched.
Smooth seas allowed Steve’s boat to zip at a pretty good clip to our camping/hunting locale.
Camp was nearly setup as Steve had been out there for a few days already so we just setup some of our personal gear and what not and set out to grab a few shrimp for din din.
As most of you know Steve knows how to put on a good spread and this trip was no exception. Every meal was pretty much out of the world and this was one of the first hunting trips when I likely gained weight rather than lost it.
Here are a few pics of the cuisine we had to “choke down”