The North Pole

 

Our North Pole Adventure started in Anchorage, Alaska.  There we boarded an amphibious sea plane fit with snow skis and began our twelve hour journey.  I was traveling with my Siberian guide Krasnostav.  

 

We flew over the Titan Mountains, crossing the Yukon, past point Barrow and ending at the geographic top of the World.

 

On April 6, 1909 Robert Peary and Matthew Henson discovered the North Pole. And in the 95 years that have passed since, it has remained virtually untouched. 

 

Upon our arrival, we set camp. 

View from inside the tent.  Brrrr!!!

After a hearty meal of dried salmon jerky and musk ox stew, we turned in for the evening.

In the morning, our hunt began.  Drawn by sled dogs, we traveled for six hours in search of a ridgeline where we could observe the horizon without attracting the attention of the local polar bears.

 

Hunkered down in a small snow cave cut into the ridge, we began to see movement far off the horizon.  Even in the middle of summer with round the clock daylight, this truly was a winter wonderland.

 

As the distant movement drew closer, we took a minute to gather our composure as the outside temperatures had fallen well below zero.

Pausing to take a breath...

and releasing its frosty exhaust...

I slowly squeezed off a shot, uncertain of its impact,

I fired a second, pausing I quickly reloaded,

fired a third and then a fourth. 

As brown hair and antlers fell, the white snow suddenly became alive with crimson fur.

Finally, as stillness fell over the snow covered plains,  we were able to safely approach and inspect our prey. 

Although five would manage to elude us...

we were able to drop four,

including the alpha male,

their pack leader.

 

 

 

What good is a hunting journal without one really outlandish lie? Gotcha!!!

 

Back to Hunting Journal

< Back   Home   Next >