bridger
01-25-2009, 09:13 PM
This is a short but true story that happened to one of my good friends and hunting partners last august. Our original plan was a tuchodi elk hunt in mid august. However Guy also had the first week or so of August off as well and decided to go on a solo sheepl hunt catching up with us at a predetermined rendevous spot around the tenth of august.
He left the Alaska Highway with his pack string and made camp late in the afternoon. As he had lots of time he decided to hunt a couple of brushy low mnts about 6 hours pack off the highway. He got up the first day of sheep season early and hunted all day. Upon returning to camp that evening he discovered that a black bear had raided his camp, climbed the tree he had his food supply hanging from and devoured everything: down to the last beer. He had no choice but to saddle up and return to the highway and then back to fort nelson for a new food supply. Three days later he arrived at his original destination in the late afternoon. thinking he was finallly going to get some hunting done.
he turned his horses loose to graze and prepared a meal. The weather began to deterioate and soon Guy was in a full fledged thunderstorm accompanied by some of the worse lightning he had ever seen. Several bolts struck right close by so he thought he had better round up his horses and get them to lower ground. He caught his saddle horse and followed by his pack horses went back to camp and tied them up in a low spot. Guy had a horse name Roady for a long time. He was a great all around horse except for one fault. Roady never liked to come to camp. You always had to go and make a special effort the catch him. This night was no exception. Roady stayed up on the hill by his lonesome and Guy went to catch. He was about 200 yards from him when bolt of lightening came crashing down and killed Roady deader than a hammer. Guy figured a sheep hunt wasn't in the cards this time and came home. Two weeks later on the way into the Tuchodi we stopped at the site and after the wolves had finished with Roady the only thing left was his four hooves. This picture is one of his hooves. I guess the steel shoes were to tough even for a pack of wolves.
http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/data/500/medium/richards_creek.JPG (http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/showphoto.php?photo=12530&size=big&cat=500)
Like Guy said sometimes it doesn't pay to get out bed!!!!!!!
He left the Alaska Highway with his pack string and made camp late in the afternoon. As he had lots of time he decided to hunt a couple of brushy low mnts about 6 hours pack off the highway. He got up the first day of sheep season early and hunted all day. Upon returning to camp that evening he discovered that a black bear had raided his camp, climbed the tree he had his food supply hanging from and devoured everything: down to the last beer. He had no choice but to saddle up and return to the highway and then back to fort nelson for a new food supply. Three days later he arrived at his original destination in the late afternoon. thinking he was finallly going to get some hunting done.
he turned his horses loose to graze and prepared a meal. The weather began to deterioate and soon Guy was in a full fledged thunderstorm accompanied by some of the worse lightning he had ever seen. Several bolts struck right close by so he thought he had better round up his horses and get them to lower ground. He caught his saddle horse and followed by his pack horses went back to camp and tied them up in a low spot. Guy had a horse name Roady for a long time. He was a great all around horse except for one fault. Roady never liked to come to camp. You always had to go and make a special effort the catch him. This night was no exception. Roady stayed up on the hill by his lonesome and Guy went to catch. He was about 200 yards from him when bolt of lightening came crashing down and killed Roady deader than a hammer. Guy figured a sheep hunt wasn't in the cards this time and came home. Two weeks later on the way into the Tuchodi we stopped at the site and after the wolves had finished with Roady the only thing left was his four hooves. This picture is one of his hooves. I guess the steel shoes were to tough even for a pack of wolves.
http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/data/500/medium/richards_creek.JPG (http://www.huntingbc.ca/photos/showphoto.php?photo=12530&size=big&cat=500)
Like Guy said sometimes it doesn't pay to get out bed!!!!!!!