Bear camp, two tents. Cook tent on the left, sleep tent for me and my guide. We are in a huge drainage bot a 100 east of bethel.
How deep was the snow??? Never found bottom.
Spent the next four days here, no bear not even a track. Thousands of caribou, ptarmigan were plentiful and saw two wolverines.
Thats is part of a herd of Caribou behind me. Stretched out the length of the valley, the beginning and end were not in sight. What we could see was probably 3-4 miles long.
The deal was, if we weren't seeing bear he would move us. As it turned out there was only one plane equipped with skis and it took three trips to move a camp and two hunters, so it couldn't be done with the time remaining on my hunt. Plus ya can't hunt the day ya fly.
So it was decided to cash it in and return in September.
Airlines! Finnally arrived in Bethel, 12 hours late. My gear and rifle was shipped ahead this time. Dogpatch to Bethel, three days--$200.00.
The weather was good and was taken into camp that afternoon.
Had several blue bird days, 20s at nite and approaching 60 during the day. Beautiful, but cost quite abit of our 10 day food supply we had frozen in a cooler. Our camp stove didn't work so we survived on corn flakes til we got that sorted out.
We were in another huge drainage bout 15miles from our May camp. The river was loaded with salmon and we had to be 150-200 miles from the coast. We were seeing caribou constantly. Resident animals, single bulls to groups of a 100 or more.
New guide this trip, turned out to be an inexperienced one regarding bear hunting. The practice is to book a hunter and then find a guide that is available--luck of the draw. Letting him talk on, he spoke mainly of trips guiding fisherman.
Anyhow, third morning I spotted our first bear. He was probably a mile out and it appeared he might follow the river. We made an end run trying to get ahead of him, good plan never saw him again. Ended up on a good vantage along the river and decided to hunt there til dark, which was about 10:30 PM. Around 8:00 we spotted another bear working our way. My guide called him a good gear, a shooter. Took the shot, got the bear. When I approached him, couldn't beleive my eyes, talk about shrinkage!! Was so upset, didn't even take a pic. Have the tanned skin on the wall, every time I look at him I think of that guide!! Wife calls him Boo Boo--the bear!!.
Still had five days left and concentrated on a Caribou. Where we seeing a few good bulls, now they kinda dryed up. All we were seeing was cows and young bulls couldn't find a shooter.
Day nine, last day to hunt. Bout 3:00 spotted two bulls in the distance tracking our way. Had to make a wiggle to cut them off. Finally spotted them again in a willow patch about 500 yds out. There they bedded down on us and we were able to cut the range to 300 yds. from this vantage pont all I could see above the willows was the tips of his antlers. Had to wait him out , about an hout. Bug eating us alive. Took the shot, 375 H&H with a 270 gr Barnes TSX and I had my first caribou.
Threw some tenderloins in the pan about 11:30, washed em down with kool aid.