Riflecrank
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Me 40 years and 40 pounds ago, imitating Boondocker of Eagle River, chewing on unlit cigar:
My Kodiak Kit: I only took two smallish bucks on that one-week, first trip, but had an 8-foot bear put his nose on my tent one moonless night. Exciting ! Shooed him off by firing my 340 Wby Mag from my sleeping bag.
One morning I shot a deer first thing upon arising to take a leak. I shot him in my longjohns. What he was doing in my longjohns I'll never know.
My Peninsula kaboodle:
I arrived on a flight that came in sometime after this one:
In the spirit of Elmer Keith and his 334 OKH, inspiration of the 340 Weatherby Magnum, my first ever selfie, and last one, was done with a waterproof Kodak Instamatic camera:
My solo trophy shot, Barren Ground Caribou antler tips in background.
Packing meat and antlers back to camp I broke through the ice on Shotsky Creek and got wet up to my neck, filled my hip waders at zero dark thirty, zero degrees F, and then the fun started for real.
My Kodiak Kit: I only took two smallish bucks on that one-week, first trip, but had an 8-foot bear put his nose on my tent one moonless night. Exciting ! Shooed him off by firing my 340 Wby Mag from my sleeping bag.
One morning I shot a deer first thing upon arising to take a leak. I shot him in my longjohns. What he was doing in my longjohns I'll never know.
My Peninsula kaboodle:
I arrived on a flight that came in sometime after this one:
In the spirit of Elmer Keith and his 334 OKH, inspiration of the 340 Weatherby Magnum, my first ever selfie, and last one, was done with a waterproof Kodak Instamatic camera:
My solo trophy shot, Barren Ground Caribou antler tips in background.
Packing meat and antlers back to camp I broke through the ice on Shotsky Creek and got wet up to my neck, filled my hip waders at zero dark thirty, zero degrees F, and then the fun started for real.
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