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<blockquote data-quote="Jimm" data-source="post: 188700" data-attributes="member: 9"><p><strong>By the third day</strong></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p> The whole camp ( all 12 hunters ) were showing great restraint . After taking us for a hunt within sight of camp the first day , during which all twelve hunters saw a grand total of 4 caribou . We were informed on the second day that one boat would not be going out at all as the driver of that boat , yup ! you guessed it , Gee ,was not experienced enough for the waves . </p><p></p><p> So the 6 of us whut dont get to go load up on backpacks and luch buckets and march off as far as we think we can go and still get back before it got too late . I'm glad we did since the priceless doings of watching Scott stalk a bear at 700 yards only to have it turn out to be a monstrous porcupine . In case you wondering , yes , I was somewhat responsible for this as I spotted it and as soon as I said " look , theres a bear " Scott was off like a shot , running down the granite hillside like some mad scotsman competing in the hill run at a clan gathering . So , you see , I was only partly responsible as he never gave me an opportunity to investigate further , and no ! , I did not tell him till much later why the " bear " wasnt there when he reached the spot last seen . Simply said that it left before you got there . Uuummm , actually , I think it was yesterday that I told him . </p><p> Still no caribou other than a few scattered cows and calves and by now my brain feeble though it is was beginning to " have a clue " . Why on earth did did I forget that the hunters that were at camp when w e arrived tell us that they had to go 20 to 30 miles up the lake to find caribou . Perhaps because it was true ? And that 20 to 30 miles had to done with the driver ( guide ? ) standing to watch the water color for the treacherous shoals .</p><p></p><p></p><p> Trudging back to camp after a day of absorbing countless views of beautiful , inspiring terrain Scott and I managed to put the pieces together . <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/hisgrace/P1001947_1_086.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p></p><p><img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/hisgrace/P1001941_1_080.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p> The camp boss and his fellow ( guide ? ) were simply burnouts . Here we were in middle October and they had been taking out 12 hunters a week since bow season started in August . Understaffed with no time to rejuvenate or pass the duties on to backup they had devised a plan that allowed them some rest . </p><p></p><p> Hunt the new crew close to camp the first couple of days , along with leaving late in the day and a few other devices thrown in was their way out . That was their plan all along . </p><p></p><p> When it was announced at breakfast the following morning ( third day ) that the weather was still too bad windy I left the mess hall and wandered around in the surrounding woods and tundra taking photos and , it must be said , dealing with a more than trifling bit of anger . Scott was in the same condition and suggested we go fishing which we did . </p><p></p><p> By the evening of the third day we hunters had congregated on our own and comparing notes validated the thoughts Scott and I had come up with on our own . I cant tell you how good a bunch of fellows we were hunting with , each and every one a lot of fun . I'm speaking of the paying guests of course . </p><p></p><p> The next morning we hustled to the mess hall but the weather had worsened a bit <img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/hisgrace/P1001965_1_104.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /> and we were informed that the hunt would be delayed a bit and that only half crews woud be going out in the boats . This to " make it safer " was the explanation . </p><p></p><p> At this point I skipped my coffee and proceeded to the beach , climbed in my boat and went to sleep across the seat while waiting the moment of departure . I assumed Scot t would do the same so was surprised when a hour later the boat rocked and the last two hunters allowed to go climbed aboard and neither one was Scott . Loking past them I saw him standing off to the side looking a bit out of sorts . </p><p></p><p> What a war of mixed emotions ensued then . You see the two that had clambered aboard were father and son . Seventy something and thirty something respectively . While he was in apparent good health it had become plain to see that the horrifically rocky , slippery shore line and the height of the sides of the canoe that he would probably not make this trip again . </p><p></p><p> Pickup my gear , get out of the boat , frown at Scott , though while doing so realizing that it was misplaced frustrations .</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Jimm, post: 188700, member: 9"] [b]By the third day[/b] The whole camp ( all 12 hunters ) were showing great restraint . After taking us for a hunt within sight of camp the first day , during which all twelve hunters saw a grand total of 4 caribou . We were informed on the second day that one boat would not be going out at all as the driver of that boat , yup ! you guessed it , Gee ,was not experienced enough for the waves . So the 6 of us whut dont get to go load up on backpacks and luch buckets and march off as far as we think we can go and still get back before it got too late . I'm glad we did since the priceless doings of watching Scott stalk a bear at 700 yards only to have it turn out to be a monstrous porcupine . In case you wondering , yes , I was somewhat responsible for this as I spotted it and as soon as I said " look , theres a bear " Scott was off like a shot , running down the granite hillside like some mad scotsman competing in the hill run at a clan gathering . So , you see , I was only partly responsible as he never gave me an opportunity to investigate further , and no ! , I did not tell him till much later why the " bear " wasnt there when he reached the spot last seen . Simply said that it left before you got there . Uuummm , actually , I think it was yesterday that I told him . Still no caribou other than a few scattered cows and calves and by now my brain feeble though it is was beginning to " have a clue " . Why on earth did did I forget that the hunters that were at camp when w e arrived tell us that they had to go 20 to 30 miles up the lake to find caribou . Perhaps because it was true ? And that 20 to 30 miles had to done with the driver ( guide ? ) standing to watch the water color for the treacherous shoals . Trudging back to camp after a day of absorbing countless views of beautiful , inspiring terrain Scott and I managed to put the pieces together . [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/hisgrace/P1001947_1_086.jpg[/IMG] [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/hisgrace/P1001941_1_080.jpg[/IMG] The camp boss and his fellow ( guide ? ) were simply burnouts . Here we were in middle October and they had been taking out 12 hunters a week since bow season started in August . Understaffed with no time to rejuvenate or pass the duties on to backup they had devised a plan that allowed them some rest . Hunt the new crew close to camp the first couple of days , along with leaving late in the day and a few other devices thrown in was their way out . That was their plan all along . When it was announced at breakfast the following morning ( third day ) that the weather was still too bad windy I left the mess hall and wandered around in the surrounding woods and tundra taking photos and , it must be said , dealing with a more than trifling bit of anger . Scott was in the same condition and suggested we go fishing which we did . By the evening of the third day we hunters had congregated on our own and comparing notes validated the thoughts Scott and I had come up with on our own . I cant tell you how good a bunch of fellows we were hunting with , each and every one a lot of fun . I'm speaking of the paying guests of course . The next morning we hustled to the mess hall but the weather had worsened a bit [IMG]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v632/hisgrace/P1001965_1_104.jpg[/IMG] and we were informed that the hunt would be delayed a bit and that only half crews woud be going out in the boats . This to " make it safer " was the explanation . At this point I skipped my coffee and proceeded to the beach , climbed in my boat and went to sleep across the seat while waiting the moment of departure . I assumed Scot t would do the same so was surprised when a hour later the boat rocked and the last two hunters allowed to go climbed aboard and neither one was Scott . Loking past them I saw him standing off to the side looking a bit out of sorts . What a war of mixed emotions ensued then . You see the two that had clambered aboard were father and son . Seventy something and thirty something respectively . While he was in apparent good health it had become plain to see that the horrifically rocky , slippery shore line and the height of the sides of the canoe that he would probably not make this trip again . Pickup my gear , get out of the boat , frown at Scott , though while doing so realizing that it was misplaced frustrations . [/QUOTE]
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