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Discussion in 'Traditional Archery' started by dhaverstick, Sep 7, 2017.
First day in camp
Young cow encounter on first day
Big bull we saw on the second day. He was bedded about 1 1/2 miles away when we first saw him.
We couldn't decide if we wanted to try to guess their direction and wait them out or go straight at them. We opted to get closer and bumped them instead. The big bull was about 100 yards away.
After we bumped the big bull, we decided to wait a bit before seeing where they went. I took the time to make an espresso. Life is too short for bad coffee!
Here is a nice sunset of Ronald Lake, our first camp
Tuesday, it started raining about 3 am and didn't quit until that afternoon. Our camp hand, Jimmy, took John and I out that day to a spot north of camp. Jimmy has the constitution of a draft horse and I felt like I was on a forced march. Here is where we hunted that morning. It was cold and miserable.
This is where John and I hunted the last day at the first camp. I think we logged a little over 10 miles that day.
If you've never had the pleasure of flying in a float plane, here are a couple of videos to give you a first-hand look. The hula girl on the dash is named Lucy.
This was us leaving Ronald Lake, our first camp
This is us arriving at Simon Lake, our second camp
This is the video I shot after John spotted my bull floating in the lake. He hoofed it over to camp to get the boat while I stood guard.
This is a beautiful, young huskie named Chinook who insisted on riding the bus with us. We didn't mind, of course!
Good stuff Darren. Congrats again.
Tough country . Beautiful but not very flat.
Cool stuff. I was a little worried on the landing video thinking that the end of the "runway" was coming up quickly
The outfitters intentionally put us stickbow shooters in that kind of country so we would have plenty of cover. The camps to the north of us about 100 miles had nothing but a few rocks and head-high trees. It was a rifle hunter's paradise.
I wish I would have gotten some good video of the pilot who flew us out of the bush and back to base camp. That guy was incredible! He was flying a big Dehavilland Otter and I think he could have parked it on a dime. The wind was up pretty good that morning and I was wondering if he would have any trouble. When he came in, it was like something you would see in a movie for dramatic effect. He flew the plane at tree top level over the ridge the camp was built into and landed in the cove not 40 yards from shore, stopping in about 10 yards. He then proceeded to BACK the plane up to the dock. One of our guides said he was the best pilot he had ever seen. After we got all loaded up, he took off using only about 100 feet of water and then we were up and on our way. His landing was the same thing. The dude had some skills!
Good stuff, that float plane footage is very neat as well.
How is caribou venison? I've never had it.
Paul, the little bit I had in camp tasted mostly like whitetail to me but I'm fixing to fry it up proper tomorrow for supper so I'll let you know after it's been correctly prepared.