We did an Alaskan hunt several years back. We saw several bears, but didn't carry the camp gun until the last day when our opportunity looked dismal. My best photo opp of a grizzly occurred when my pilot cirled one at treetop level. Unfortunately, I took a perfect photo of a wing strut covering the bear! We had 45 caribou within bow range on the first day, but Alaskan law prohibits shooting an animal on the same day as fly-in. Dumb law that applies univerally to gun and bowhunters, but we of course adhered. We only saw small bands only afterwards. C'est la vie. Some pics from our 8-day drop-off, 90 miles from no-where...(and I mean not a road, camp, village, nor sole around.)
Landing. I flew in on a Stinson; the oldest one in existance with a commercial flying license. It didn't want to start...warming feeling. My buddies flew in on Supercubs. One lost oil pressure over Lake Clark and had to return to the outpost on fumes, stalling upon landing. A few hours later, we "Mulchatna Marauders" all arrived safely in the Mulchatna drainage basin. Throw in some impassable forest fire smog and fog that reduced visiblility to near zero and had our pilots weaving through mountain passes by memory and GPS...Talk about an adventure!!!
Not much cover here. Mostly bare rock/lychen mountains with tundra bottomlands and alder/pine thickets.
Spotting for caribou, 1 mile + jogging range. Mulchatna River 5 miles in the background. Wooden stickbow at the ready to move on anything.
Coaxing a bull to within 50 yds, but not close enough for stickbow range.
Stalking a one-horned cow, but ran out of cover. This came on the heels of running a mile after the bull. Excitement, yes!
My best attempt was a one-mile+ wind sprint on bull, but failed to connect. Here we are...selfbow, longbow, and recurve guys. All anxious to do it again someday. The sheer expansiveness and awe is what struck me the most on the trip.
Well, you did ask about stalking....