caribou
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140 miles, 1/2 with no trail, in the fog, -38 below, 20 mile MPH winds, 5-1/2 hours in the dark.
Why??
TO HUNT!!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaa, thats what its all about!!
OK,............we arrived last night, cold, frostbit and tired, riding to the Southern end of the Kotzebue sound, staying with th oldest son, his family and hunted Muskox with two other outragously mellow fellows..
Woke up before dawn,(LOL!!) warmed the rides, ate breakfast, gassed up and hit the trail at Noon thirty (15 minutes before sun up), and had Ox in site within 20 minutes.....
And so , with my Mosin M-39, I caught one today, very very Fat
and so did my Friends, Brett
and Vince.
First we hit tracks and looked ahead to the steam rising off so many animals a mile or so away, across a lagoon and meandering channles and islands. We caught them feeding and milling around , as they do at -30, (better than yesterdays -42) out along a river channel that had a high cliff along the end of it and sorta just rode/waltzed/snuck up to the rivers edge, 150 yards across.
After a bit of frustration with our rfile (my firing pin, Vince's aiming apperatus), we sat, fixxed, and carried on. Vince had his choice and the first one was down when the rest had to broadside to us to leave(better target that way) rather than bunch up and stand ground, they didnt like the cliff behind, so they all turned and left lineing up,exiting stage left all a trotting, and I got a nice young bull, then Brett got his as well, but a real 'bulldog' of an OX ----"BEEFCAKE!"---- if I ever seen one ........
If they had been in the open, they would have formed a circle and stood, making it very dificult to shoot them for a quick death and not hit others. Their love of beach grass that grows along the banks and on the little islandsdoomed 3 of them and the other 22 left as fast as Ox trot.
Ill get the rest of the pictures downloaded tomarrow, the wife will get one then. Im sure Illpicyure some blood and lots butchering /skinning pictures. The inter net here isnt much better than home, but well see, I have another day yet.
Why??
TO HUNT!!!! Yaaaaaaaaaaaa, thats what its all about!!
OK,............we arrived last night, cold, frostbit and tired, riding to the Southern end of the Kotzebue sound, staying with th oldest son, his family and hunted Muskox with two other outragously mellow fellows..
Woke up before dawn,(LOL!!) warmed the rides, ate breakfast, gassed up and hit the trail at Noon thirty (15 minutes before sun up), and had Ox in site within 20 minutes.....
And so , with my Mosin M-39, I caught one today, very very Fat
and so did my Friends, Brett
and Vince.
First we hit tracks and looked ahead to the steam rising off so many animals a mile or so away, across a lagoon and meandering channles and islands. We caught them feeding and milling around , as they do at -30, (better than yesterdays -42) out along a river channel that had a high cliff along the end of it and sorta just rode/waltzed/snuck up to the rivers edge, 150 yards across.
After a bit of frustration with our rfile (my firing pin, Vince's aiming apperatus), we sat, fixxed, and carried on. Vince had his choice and the first one was down when the rest had to broadside to us to leave(better target that way) rather than bunch up and stand ground, they didnt like the cliff behind, so they all turned and left lineing up,exiting stage left all a trotting, and I got a nice young bull, then Brett got his as well, but a real 'bulldog' of an OX ----"BEEFCAKE!"---- if I ever seen one ........
If they had been in the open, they would have formed a circle and stood, making it very dificult to shoot them for a quick death and not hit others. Their love of beach grass that grows along the banks and on the little islandsdoomed 3 of them and the other 22 left as fast as Ox trot.
Ill get the rest of the pictures downloaded tomarrow, the wife will get one then. Im sure Illpicyure some blood and lots butchering /skinning pictures. The inter net here isnt much better than home, but well see, I have another day yet.
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