After finishing my solo hunt of the Gospel Hump Wilderness and Nez Perce National Forest with only a handful of chanterelles to show, I’ve worked hard to get some meat in the freezer. My regular deer and elk tags ran out the season without scoring, but I still had a doe tag, good until the [...]
The Jeep headed north on 222, mud from the road coating its underbelly. As I coasted through Dixie, the pavement lay just another four miles distant. Dixie is an interesting place, and while I am sure that it is inhabited by very good, kind, and upright people, it’s hard not to imagine hearing the theme [...]
Wolf track
Another early morning with a handful of nuts and dried fruit. I planned to finish my hunt with daylight’s closing curtain and drive back to uncivilization in the morning. I arrived at the clearcuts of the previous day and posted at a convenient spot, scanning the perimeter. Nada. While traversing a cut, I [...]
Let me say that if you are a tall person, you would definitely not enjoy sleeping in the back of a Jeep Cherokee Sport. Even diagonally, there would not be enough room for you to fully stretch out.
I am not tall; I am of medium height. Were I just an inch shorter, or had the [...]
Wildfires take some trees, and leave others
The next day I didn’t get on the trail until after daylight; I had to pack my sleeping bag, tent, and other supplies for one or more nights on the ridge. Water was a concern; there was none at the top, and I didn’t know how far down [...]
The plan was simple: Walk to a good spot on Jersey Ridge at the edge of the Gospel Hump Wilderness, spot a mule deer from a distance, stalk to a suitable shooting position, and fill my tag. Every book I’d read said that this was a good strategy, and my friend Gary, who would [...]
In 1994, I was looking for an outfitter in Wyoming. I had pulled a coveted moose tag for famous Unit 5. I did my homework, getting a list of guides from Wyoming Game & Fish, then called several outfitters with my list of questions, and asking them to send a list of references.
I was having a moose shoulder-mounted at the local taxidermist. He liked to talk, and I liked to listen. “I was a hunting guide for a few years in Alaska,” Roger began.
Some hunts, some hunters, come and go while leaving a faint stamp on your memory. Allan and his wife were different. He was a [...]