Wish I had a weapon these days.
Haven't had one for seven years, but I do still have my Alaska Hunting License and moose tag from the summer of 1965!
Camped and hunted up the Steese Highway north of Fairbanks to above the Arctic Circle.
Indians told us the caribou were 5 miles in, so we turned around and went south to Mt. McKinley when it was wide open and very primitive, camping at 88 Mile.
One of my sons took his family there in June, but now it is 'modernized' with hotels and only Tour Buses (no cars allowed) to take you to the National Park; and nowhere near Mt. McKinley.
I saw that wondrous area with a vista that was so VAST you could see forever - and know with certainty Who Created it.
There aren't human words to convey the feeling ~ ~ ~
Camped out for a week in all in a tent camper from base Special Services ($2/day) and temperatures of 35 to 55 degrees, with snow flurries on August 12th.
Didn't dare keep on the small heater at night with asphixiation a common error up there.
My sons were 9 & 10, and daughter not yet 3 years old.
They were totally at home with it all, never whining nor impatient - always helpful and cheerful.
Wonderful memories...
One day out with 'the guys' a friend had a .400 H&H Savage, and I asked if I might try it.
They 'humored' the poor girl.
Noticing the kick and their cringing, I merely when I pulled the trigger moved my shoulder back with it, and had no pain at all - and outshot 'em all.
snicker, snicker - - -
Hell, it's hard to avoid it.. poor use of available ground cover,
bright orange "camoflauge", open formations.. I doubt the poor barstards
know the difference between "enfilade" and "defilade"...
The clays are pathetic, but devious. They outnumber us by an incredible
factor.. we need your help!
Plus, we get to eat barbeque after...