kwyeewyk
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Ok, hunt day 3, back by the lake in the morning hoping the big guy would show again or another like him would come along, there was an obvious high traffic area crossing the river and around the lake. Tried a cow call and some raking, then not long after heard a distant cow call. Followed by what sounded like a bull more quietly. Coming from the direction the bull had gone the day before. Slowly work that way, the cow calling occasionally. Got to the edge of the river, too deep to cross. Sat a while until she called again and determined it was across the river. Looking at the map it appears to be just where the bull went.
We make a plan to float down to that spot and get across the river. By the time we get down there it's been a while since we've heard a call. As we got up off the river bank and sat for a bit we heard another cow call and zone in on the denser patch of trees slightly above us. After waiting a while I tried raking a tree lightly. A few minutes later we heard what sounded like a much more distant cow call, and thought we might have scared them off. A bit longer and we hear the call again just above us still. At this point we decide Derek will stay put and I'll circle back to the river and try to get around the other side where might be able to spot something.
As I got down to the river, found a caribou shed on the river bank, and noticed tracks much smaller than moose and decided they must be caribou.
I started glassing the hillside, suddenly my heart sunk, hunter, just as I locked on him he raised his binoculars and waved. I waved back and started my retreat. The look on my face tells it all in this pic Derek took as I returned with the disappointing news that we'd spent the day being snookered by another hunter. We had considered the possibility, but after seeing the bull the day before we were ready to bite.
We sat for a while and contemplated what to do, and decided to break camp and move down a few miles to another spot we had eyeballed. We discovered that we were able to effectively paddle upstream fairly well, so I guess the day wasn't completely wasted.
As we were floating down, we saw a camp along the river that must be where he'd come from, and a little ways further downstream we met him along the bank. He flagged us over and we stopped to talk. He asked if we were the ones he called in and we confirmed. Turns out he was from Texas and had been hunting the river since 1998. He gave us several tidbits of information regarding the outfitters and boats coming upstream, and asked where we were heading. Turns out we were going to his next planned stop, so he said they'd stay where they were a couple days before heading down there. We asked if he had seen the bull we saw assuming he might have spooked him or maybe called him in, but he hadn't seen this particular bull and it was a total coincidence that he set up to call right where it had gone. He also said he'd seen a few caribou.
We didn't quite make the next spot that night, so we decided to try out sleeping in the boats with a tarp handy if it started raining.
Woke up to a few sprinkles and then a nice light show.
We make a plan to float down to that spot and get across the river. By the time we get down there it's been a while since we've heard a call. As we got up off the river bank and sat for a bit we heard another cow call and zone in on the denser patch of trees slightly above us. After waiting a while I tried raking a tree lightly. A few minutes later we heard what sounded like a much more distant cow call, and thought we might have scared them off. A bit longer and we hear the call again just above us still. At this point we decide Derek will stay put and I'll circle back to the river and try to get around the other side where might be able to spot something.
As I got down to the river, found a caribou shed on the river bank, and noticed tracks much smaller than moose and decided they must be caribou.
I started glassing the hillside, suddenly my heart sunk, hunter, just as I locked on him he raised his binoculars and waved. I waved back and started my retreat. The look on my face tells it all in this pic Derek took as I returned with the disappointing news that we'd spent the day being snookered by another hunter. We had considered the possibility, but after seeing the bull the day before we were ready to bite.
We sat for a while and contemplated what to do, and decided to break camp and move down a few miles to another spot we had eyeballed. We discovered that we were able to effectively paddle upstream fairly well, so I guess the day wasn't completely wasted.
As we were floating down, we saw a camp along the river that must be where he'd come from, and a little ways further downstream we met him along the bank. He flagged us over and we stopped to talk. He asked if we were the ones he called in and we confirmed. Turns out he was from Texas and had been hunting the river since 1998. He gave us several tidbits of information regarding the outfitters and boats coming upstream, and asked where we were heading. Turns out we were going to his next planned stop, so he said they'd stay where they were a couple days before heading down there. We asked if he had seen the bull we saw assuming he might have spooked him or maybe called him in, but he hadn't seen this particular bull and it was a total coincidence that he set up to call right where it had gone. He also said he'd seen a few caribou.
We didn't quite make the next spot that night, so we decided to try out sleeping in the boats with a tarp handy if it started raining.
Woke up to a few sprinkles and then a nice light show.
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