so took some time off work for a couple weeks of guiding. I really love that job and it's a good as vacation to me, been working at this lodge for quite a few years now and the staff are like family. and yes, my idea of vacation is insomnia, physical and mental exaustion, combined with firearms and a healthy dose of biting insects.
I didn;t have time to take very many pictures. the weather was very uncoperative and the hunting some of the hardest I have ever faced. throughly destroyed a new set of hunting boots with an average of 7hrs of hiking a day. it was snowing and freezing rain the day I arrived, then went for 8 days of +20 to +25C sunny days. good bye rut
trip started with taking a gorgeous black bear with a fella from Michingan. this was his first bear and after a nearly 90min stalk, most of it spent on hands and knees, we were thorn filled, bleeding, but victorious.
the next ten days was pounding ground with a group of dutch hunters that had come for moose.
although I guided every member of the group, these two, dubbed my "serbian sniper team" (they dress the part) I was with the most.
we hiked 4hrs into a remote lake and bivy'd up for the night and hunted the next day with a trapper's borrowed boat
on the first day I called in a 40+ bull but the wind was swirling in a canyon and he bugged out before we had a shot. on the morning of the last day, in driving rain and dense fog we called him out again. he fell 5.5' from where we were standing on the first moring when we first saw him. the hunter did his part with two well placed shots (a hands width apart) right behind the shoulder from 197m. the moose didn;t even blink with the first strike of a 180gr round from his 30-06. I switched to a bull call and it took 2 steps towards us and the second one spun him around and he hit the ground.
few things make a guide smile harder then calling a moose right onto a road. he started 500m down the hill in a devils club infested draw
he went 42" with huge mass on the eyegaurds, albeit not overly wide on the palms.
early that week, and pretty much every day after we did a little dance with a very large grizzle bear. these pics were taken from the boat the first time we saw him. I didn;t have time to take many pics as it took a shot in the water from me to turn him shore-side as he was swimming right at the canoe.
love the silver back.. his front foot tracks in the sand on shore were a hair over 7" wide.
I didn;t have time to take very many pictures. the weather was very uncoperative and the hunting some of the hardest I have ever faced. throughly destroyed a new set of hunting boots with an average of 7hrs of hiking a day. it was snowing and freezing rain the day I arrived, then went for 8 days of +20 to +25C sunny days. good bye rut
trip started with taking a gorgeous black bear with a fella from Michingan. this was his first bear and after a nearly 90min stalk, most of it spent on hands and knees, we were thorn filled, bleeding, but victorious.the next ten days was pounding ground with a group of dutch hunters that had come for moose.
although I guided every member of the group, these two, dubbed my "serbian sniper team" (they dress the part) I was with the most.
we hiked 4hrs into a remote lake and bivy'd up for the night and hunted the next day with a trapper's borrowed boat
on the first day I called in a 40+ bull but the wind was swirling in a canyon and he bugged out before we had a shot. on the morning of the last day, in driving rain and dense fog we called him out again. he fell 5.5' from where we were standing on the first moring when we first saw him. the hunter did his part with two well placed shots (a hands width apart) right behind the shoulder from 197m. the moose didn;t even blink with the first strike of a 180gr round from his 30-06. I switched to a bull call and it took 2 steps towards us and the second one spun him around and he hit the ground.
few things make a guide smile harder then calling a moose right onto a road. he started 500m down the hill in a devils club infested draw
he went 42" with huge mass on the eyegaurds, albeit not overly wide on the palms.
early that week, and pretty much every day after we did a little dance with a very large grizzle bear. these pics were taken from the boat the first time we saw him. I didn;t have time to take many pics as it took a shot in the water from me to turn him shore-side as he was swimming right at the canoe.
love the silver back.. his front foot tracks in the sand on shore were a hair over 7" wide.
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