The best of life

A pair of us still left

Last day of spring runs

Fall will be here before we know it

Just gotta survive the summer.

Trout and salmon hopefully will make the wait bearable

One of the best parts of my life

Heart is with this guy now

A simple pleasure

tough going

4 days hunting moose since last post They were where I wasn't. Tough conditions for an on foot hunter. Yesterday I got out to the jeep without a moose, would have been too tired to deal with one. The backcountry is for the motorheads now. Rest for a few days so I can deal with a potential packout then try it again.
Lots of people ask me why don't I use an atv. I would become a vegetarian first.

The road out.

Home is where my pack is laid

No moose yet but enjoying this. Past 3 days out. Town tomorrow then gone again.  See daylight ease in in the morning see darkness ease in in the evening. Lots of sign. Dancing around with the moose. Close yet so far.

In solitude  I find peace.

Funny thing about hunting

As in peculiar.
There are many stereotypes about hunters. Fat old rural guys who swill beer and roadhunt, who blast away at anything .
Nowadays there is the trend of the athletic hunter who have the latest ultralight gear by Kuiu, Sitka or such. (all great gear). This new hunting is viewed as an athletic event in which you win by killing a trophy animal. The hunter against the elements, the mountain, outsmarting the animal.
 I love to be in the wilds whether back backing, back country skiing,trail running or fishing or hunting. Hunting is what I love to do the most though in the back country
When I kill an animal or even a few birds I am glad to have been "successful". I don't feel like I have won though, I feel humbled. It is hard to me to articulate about I feel about hunting but it is not a sport. Is something much older, much deeper than that. It is, if it is true hunting, immersion in the wild and a true trip back through time.
It is from where we as humans have come and some of us for a while want to go back to.