LAST EDITED ON Jan-04-06 AT 10:56AM (MST)[p]The top photo shows our mode of transportation from the airstrip to camp. It's a 1940 Dodge Power Wagon left behind by the US military when they abandoned the McGrath weather station at the end of WWII. The ride to camp is only 13 miles, but it takes 3 1/2 hours, as there is no road, and several dozen crossings of the Kuskowim River. The truck has no brakes because they would freeze up when John leaves them behind for the winter. John and the truck are the same age.
The middle photo shows the cook shack that doubles as the outfitter and his wife's cabin.
The lower photo is where the other hunter and I stayed. It's a 14x16' framed wall tent with beds. Nice and clean, and there were two others just like it. One for the guides, and the other for storage.
The top photo is the view looking south from camp. The middle mountain is where I killed my ram. He was at the top of the mountain, right above the dark shadow near the peak. We stalked him from the right-hand side of the mountain. Very steep stuff, indeed.
My ram isn't that big (33" long, 12.5" base), but I'm more than pleased. I should have him home from the taxidermist in February.
The last photo is of John, taking care of my horns. Shortly after, his allergic reaction got worse, and he and I made the long trek to Anchorage.
The middle photo shows the cook shack that doubles as the outfitter and his wife's cabin.
The lower photo is where the other hunter and I stayed. It's a 14x16' framed wall tent with beds. Nice and clean, and there were two others just like it. One for the guides, and the other for storage.
The top photo is the view looking south from camp. The middle mountain is where I killed my ram. He was at the top of the mountain, right above the dark shadow near the peak. We stalked him from the right-hand side of the mountain. Very steep stuff, indeed.
My ram isn't that big (33" long, 12.5" base), but I'm more than pleased. I should have him home from the taxidermist in February.
The last photo is of John, taking care of my horns. Shortly after, his allergic reaction got worse, and he and I made the long trek to Anchorage.