As the leaves turn brilliant yellow and orange, you know that only means one thing….. Hunting Season! All across the Copper Basin kids are getting out of school, sighting in their guns, gassing up there four-wheelers and heading out to the mountains. All these people have one thing on their mind: to finally get away in search for that next “big moose”.
My family and I packed up and headed towards Paxson recently. As we drove I began to get very excited about what the weekend would bring. When we finally made it to the lake, we boated to our special spot. We set up our tent and got comfortable. While my dad finished setting up the small things, Sam and I headed out in search for some kind of living animal. While scoping out a location we saw more people than animals. We decided to leave.
That’s how the majority of the weekend went: lots of people, and no animals. Although we didn’t see anything, our family had so much fun. My mom was happy picking berries; my dad was happy to be out in the woods; Sam was glad to be hunting; and I was thankful to get a chance to be together.
Rainy and windy, the weather was not the best! Sam and I decided to try to get a beaver or two the last night. Sam uses beaver for his trap line and I had never shot a beaver before. We got everything packed up and put in the boat. When we returned that night we had two beavers.
The next morning we decided to pack up and leave, after giving the mountains one more chance of having an animal somewhere on them. They once again failed us; we left with nothing!
As we were driving home, we decided to keep our eyes open just in case there was something on the road. My dad did not have his shoes on for some reason. Sam yelled, “Guys I saw something!” Dad tried to turn around fast but it was hard with the boat attached. He turned us around. Sam was right; he did see something. Sam and I jumped out of the car and ran through the woods. We left my dad behind because he was to slow putting his boots on. Sam and I quietly walked through the woods with our guns in hand. We found the clearing where the four caribou were. I was shaking with fear and excitement. BANG I shoot. Nothing. BANG I shoot again; the caribou went down. Sam shot and killed his. I was so happy!
The next five hours were filled with gutting and hauling the caribou. In the end, all the hard work will be worth it when I eat that juicy, tasty caribou for dinner!
My family and I packed up and headed towards Paxson recently. As we drove I began to get very excited about what the weekend would bring. When we finally made it to the lake, we boated to our special spot. We set up our tent and got comfortable. While my dad finished setting up the small things, Sam and I headed out in search for some kind of living animal. While scoping out a location we saw more people than animals. We decided to leave.
That’s how the majority of the weekend went: lots of people, and no animals. Although we didn’t see anything, our family had so much fun. My mom was happy picking berries; my dad was happy to be out in the woods; Sam was glad to be hunting; and I was thankful to get a chance to be together.
Rainy and windy, the weather was not the best! Sam and I decided to try to get a beaver or two the last night. Sam uses beaver for his trap line and I had never shot a beaver before. We got everything packed up and put in the boat. When we returned that night we had two beavers.
The next morning we decided to pack up and leave, after giving the mountains one more chance of having an animal somewhere on them. They once again failed us; we left with nothing!
As we were driving home, we decided to keep our eyes open just in case there was something on the road. My dad did not have his shoes on for some reason. Sam yelled, “Guys I saw something!” Dad tried to turn around fast but it was hard with the boat attached. He turned us around. Sam was right; he did see something. Sam and I jumped out of the car and ran through the woods. We left my dad behind because he was to slow putting his boots on. Sam and I quietly walked through the woods with our guns in hand. We found the clearing where the four caribou were. I was shaking with fear and excitement. BANG I shoot. Nothing. BANG I shoot again; the caribou went down. Sam shot and killed his. I was so happy!
The next five hours were filled with gutting and hauling the caribou. In the end, all the hard work will be worth it when I eat that juicy, tasty caribou for dinner!
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