H4831, your posts are always worth reading! Thank you for that and the good common sense you pass along.
I agree we do tend to enjoy one form of hunting or type of habitat and tend to gravitate to these places often. I am different than you in that I love to put on the backpack and head for the high country where there ain't all those damn trees to block the view. Get set up on a stream with some willow about for a fire and then glass, climb to the next peak and glass, climb to the next peak and ......well you get the idea.
Thank you very much for your fine comments. I really appreciate it.
I was suggesting to the OP that he try and get set up in a bush oriented camp for common game, as a good start to hunting. I have been there, of course, and certainly enjoyed myself.
"---- some willow about for a fire and then glass, climb to the next peak and glass, climb to the next peak and ......well you get the idea."
Oh that idea! You mean in country something like this?
You're lucky in the yukon, You get above timberline before you get a sweat up.
I was once on a week's hunt out of Atlin, all by myself, for caribou. I saw a hundred caribou, before I shot one. And one morning from a hill, I could see four of those huge, heavy antlered moose, all at one ime, in different directions!
In Atlin I had a friend (this was in the later 1960s) who was a great bushman, knew every inch of the country, because he was born in Discovery and spent his entire life in the Atlin area. He would tell me where to go for caribou and I would report back to him in three days, just so he would know I was OK.
He told me about this cabin which I hunted from for a couple days. In that week of hunting I never saw another hunter, or anyone else.
I set my camera up to take my picture.
I have hunted in the Kootenay's, where timberline is about seven thousand feet, but most of my mountain hunting was north-central BC, with timberline more like about 5,500 feet. And yes, we've camped in that last clump of bush before timberline. From one such camp, after we had returned to it from a day's hunt, we counted 31 goats congrunated at a mineral lick, about a mile away. One of those sights of nature that is deeply burned into my memory, as the last glimmer of daylight still showed the ghostly looking animals moving about.
I wrote of that storey and it ws printed in The Outdoor Edge, Nov-Dec, 1999.