This September we took a hunting/road trip around Alaska. The hunting was, on the whole, unsuccessful. But in our search for querry, we ended up covering about 2500 miles of road, to the arctic circle and back. We started out looking for moose, but when our 7 mile packing trip turned into a 20 mile packing trip, we decided to scour the rest of the state for some different hunting grounds.
This was very close to the arctic circle. We are traveling on what is known as the "Dalton Highway", and this was after our fist night camping in the back of our truck. The temp hovered right around freezing, and the clouds and fog were so bogged in that you had to look very closely to see the tundra. Tundra, for the most part, is nothing but grasses and lichens for miles and miles. Here, the geology has created these large granite pyres that stick up from the tundra and create a very fantastical atmosphere. I felt like I should be in a scene from the "Labrynth".
We've reached the arctic circle! We're now officially in the north polar region! We've been travelling on dirt roads for about 160 miles, and good dear Maude likes her new rugged mud paint job.
Coldfoot is the first town in the arctic circle, and the only one until the end of the road 240 miles later. This is the stretch of highway they film "Ice Road Truckers" on. We stopped in town for a warm bite to eat; I hadn't had tater tots as a side option in a restaraunt before! The town has two public buildings: a 10X4 ft post office, and a cafe/bar/gas station/gift shop. Coldfoot has a population of about 30, I think, and it's all brown and dirty. But it was an interesting stop!
In order to get to the caribou hunting grounds we were aiming for, we had to make it through the Brooks Mountain Range at Attigun Pass. A blizzard hit on the pass, this was the view from the window. Consequently, our caribou hunting was botched and we decided to travel back down south for some better options. We did try and hike on the tundra a little. I have never walked such a hard straight, flat line in my life! Recommendation: Do NOT hike the tundra. Your thighs and ankles will die.
The Alaska Pipeline follows the Dalton Highway.
The sun broke out finally after a few days of travel. It was still cold, and we ended up with snow the next day, but beautiful!
Tyler caught his first Burbot night fishing near the Yukon River. This is a big sucker, and we even caught it with the guts of the grayling we were eating for dinner!
With hunting unsuccessful, we decided to detour around Fairbanks for some hiking. Here, we climbed up to some protruding Granite slabs only to find the perfect blueberry patch. I've never had such sweet berries!
Tyler caught this trophy-worthy grayling on our way south from Fairbanks to Valdez.
And lookey here! I shot my very first nanimal! The spruce grouse was quite tastey.
We found this big fat black bear in Valdez. We saw a total of 4 black bears in the town of Valdez, and 3 others on the trip that were in places we couldn't shoot. We also saw 3 moose we couldn't shoot. Lesson learned: unless you're rich enough to buy an air boat or spend $1200 on a flight to a remote location, you're shit out of luck for profitable hunting grounds in Alaska. We need more rich friends. It's quite ironic that the perception of Alaska is a place where a man can be a poor gold digger and live off the plentiful game around him, when in actuality you have to have plenty of gold in hand to get to places it's actually legal to hunt large game.We don't know a single person who went hunting this year and was successful, unless they spend thousands of dollars to get to remote locales. Ah well, such is life. At least there's plenty of animals to see!! Consequently, rather than bear, moose, or caribou, our freezer is jam packed with halibut and ducks. Good thing those are tastey! And maybe one day we'll be lucky enough to justify buying our sausage stuffer!