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I just returned from a DIY drop camp on the North slope of the Brooks Range. This hunt started last year by researching outfitters and various places to hunt. My huntin partner and myself decided to go with Ovis outfitters. We were meet at Deadhorse and then shuttled to Happy Valley were we flew out to the drop camp.
The first night we saw two bulls that blew our minds but of course we couldn't hunt until the next day. We decided to hunt together and my buddy one the coin toss for the first shot when it was time to hunt. The first day we could hunt my buddy made a great shot on a bull that had what seemed like a great lower end.
The weather changed and then the caribou kind of changed their habits for the next couple of days. We were getting down to the wire on time and I was getting the idea I was going home empty handed when we jumped some bedded bulls. I put down the widest bull and then my buddy put down his second bull. As the remaining bulls were leaving I put down my second bull.
We checked are GPS and realized we were two miles from our camp with three bulls down so needless to say we had lots of work ahead of us. I never had a idea that walking on those spongy tussocks and tundra was such a pain but after spending a week in that country I have a whole new appreciation about that type of hunting.
Packing meat back to camp one night it was two am and about as dark as it had been on the whole trip due to fog and the storm. We are taking a breather staring towards camp when I see what I thought was a caribou walking towards us since the visibility only let us a form. My buddy was dinking around and let out a howl like a wolf and all of sudden we realized the thing we had been looking at raised up and was now actually a grizzly bear standing. Luckily we started talking and off the bear went away from camp.
It was a trip that will always have a place in my memory.
The first night we saw two bulls that blew our minds but of course we couldn't hunt until the next day. We decided to hunt together and my buddy one the coin toss for the first shot when it was time to hunt. The first day we could hunt my buddy made a great shot on a bull that had what seemed like a great lower end.
The weather changed and then the caribou kind of changed their habits for the next couple of days. We were getting down to the wire on time and I was getting the idea I was going home empty handed when we jumped some bedded bulls. I put down the widest bull and then my buddy put down his second bull. As the remaining bulls were leaving I put down my second bull.
We checked are GPS and realized we were two miles from our camp with three bulls down so needless to say we had lots of work ahead of us. I never had a idea that walking on those spongy tussocks and tundra was such a pain but after spending a week in that country I have a whole new appreciation about that type of hunting.
Packing meat back to camp one night it was two am and about as dark as it had been on the whole trip due to fog and the storm. We are taking a breather staring towards camp when I see what I thought was a caribou walking towards us since the visibility only let us a form. My buddy was dinking around and let out a howl like a wolf and all of sudden we realized the thing we had been looking at raised up and was now actually a grizzly bear standing. Luckily we started talking and off the bear went away from camp.
It was a trip that will always have a place in my memory.