You are probably aware that I am not a hunter nor do I even like the subject.
That said, I am committed to posting blogs of "differences", so here goes...
BAMBI BEWARE: This blog is not for the faint of heart!
In upstate New York, our friends that went hunting enjoyed going off to their rustic hunting camps in the mountains. From there, they walked into the woods or grew stiff sitting perched in deer blinds. This could continue for several weekends until the poor deer ended up hanging from the trees in the front yard and was eventually served for dinner.
Well, though the final outcome is similar, the style of hunting in Alaska isn't.
First, you have to have at least one of these 4-wheelers and the trailer to haul it.
A camper is a nice touch but tents or just sleeping bags will do, if need be. A big truck pulls these and the supplies like food and guns.
During the month of September, stores, churches, and meetings are strangely devoid of men.
They have disappeared and driven to favorite places in the woods and hills and ride these ATV's for miles to where the wild things are. It's all business, mind you, though the bumping around on these toys (who said that?) sounds like fun.
The moose or bear that ended up at the wrong end of the gun is also "prepared" miles from the road and gets hauled back in pieces on the ATV's or in packs on the back of young, strong men like my son-in-law, Josh.
This wide smile isn't seen very often and I think he's just as relieved to have that heavy pack off his back as he is to show-off these antlers.
Just playing around on the 4-wheelers before they head back to Soldotna. See the rifle holder and the mud? These were used well by Josh, his brother Matt, his dad Daryl, and friends last fall. I think the final count was one bear, 3 moose and lots of stories.
I've actually eaten some of the bear and moose that Kathleen, our non-meat eater, cut, packaged, froze and then cooked. Enough said about that...
on to gentler topics next time.