Just got my asskicked on an early season muley/mountain goat hunt out in the Ts'yl-os area of BC. We had never been there before so it was really a scoutin' mission more than anything. The country is very BIG!!!
Our huntin' rigs
Chilco Lake Views
BaseCamp
Track on the Beach at Base Camp
Had planned to solo backpack it for 6 days into the highcountry by using an existing trail network. WRONG! None of the trailheads were where the maps showed them to be, they weren't marked in the field either, so with hours of bushwhackin' through some serious blowdown, I found remants of a trail. The trail hadn't been cutout for several years, so the up and down of climbing over and under blowdown with a 55lbs pack on my back was very slow going. I finally hit some semi-open country but not the early season alpine I was wanting. I got a good view of the drainage I was hiking up and all I could see was kms of heavy timber bushwhackin to get to where I wanted to go. Figured with the condition of the trail it would have taken me a couple of days to get to where I wanted to go. So I bailed on that idea and formulated Plan B, climb the mountain right above me. A day of climbing up a tight chute between 2 cliffs, with a fare amount of technical climbing, I broke out on top with some serious vertical cliffs keeping me from getting to the lush alpine. Plan B failed.
View of Base Camp from on top. It is located where the creek flows into the lake.
Our huntin' rigs
Chilco Lake Views
BaseCamp
Track on the Beach at Base Camp
Had planned to solo backpack it for 6 days into the highcountry by using an existing trail network. WRONG! None of the trailheads were where the maps showed them to be, they weren't marked in the field either, so with hours of bushwhackin' through some serious blowdown, I found remants of a trail. The trail hadn't been cutout for several years, so the up and down of climbing over and under blowdown with a 55lbs pack on my back was very slow going. I finally hit some semi-open country but not the early season alpine I was wanting. I got a good view of the drainage I was hiking up and all I could see was kms of heavy timber bushwhackin to get to where I wanted to go. Figured with the condition of the trail it would have taken me a couple of days to get to where I wanted to go. So I bailed on that idea and formulated Plan B, climb the mountain right above me. A day of climbing up a tight chute between 2 cliffs, with a fare amount of technical climbing, I broke out on top with some serious vertical cliffs keeping me from getting to the lush alpine. Plan B failed.
View of Base Camp from on top. It is located where the creek flows into the lake.