How bad

[ridgecommander]

Do you want it. The north american sheep grand slam? Guy is know is off to Mexico next month for his desert bighorn. He has stone and dall already. Desert bighorn hunt is $70,000.

[jwk]

I guess if I had a lot of money, I'm talking millions I would do a hunt like that. I have been saving points for a Wyoming elk hunt I think I have seven preference points but to be honest I don't want to spend $5,000 + for a week long hunt.

Good for him that he is able to do that I hope he has a great hunt.

[ridgecommander]

I would love to do a high country dall sheep hunt but I am afraid that will not be a reality for me.

[dougl]

I'm not man enough to do a high country sheep hunt,although it would be cool.I've done high altitude elk hunts when I was young,in much better shape and they about killed me.You really need a couple weeks to get acclimated to that altitude.I remember riding up to the timberline on horses and dasaying my buddy,this ain't bad.We got off and I about passed out after walking about 5 steps up an embankment.

[stroupy]

Count me out. Not sure anything on this planet is worth that.

[Loggy]

God bless him!!! Wonder if he thinks “Life is Good”?😊 

[acorn20]

My dad and I always wanted to go for grizzly bear. We both thought that it is one of the most magnificent animals on earth. He passed away in 1978 at age 54 and I lost the desire to kill one.

In 1998, we took our scout troop to Alaska for 15 days. One of our stops was Denali National Park. We camped on a large group camping spot to the rear of Savage River Campground...in the park. Since I snored like a fiend, I always positioned my tent away from others so as not to bother anybody. The first night, I was awakened by something large, sniffing my tent, just inches away from my face. I heard it move toward the door at my feet and sniff the tent area there. It then moved away from my tent and I somewhat resumed my sleep. The next day, while exiting my tent, I noticed 12 inches of thick drool around the rib of my door where I usually place my hand when unzipping the tent. About four feet away was a pile of bear scat.

We implemented our safety plan where if you had to go to the toilet, three of you went to the toilet. If you were filling your water bottles, three of you filled your water bottles. Get the picture? The boys knew that the odds of being challenged or mauled by a grizzly was 1 out of 100%. Faced with that, it's time to drop, roll up in a ball, protect your neck and think happy thoughts.

That night the grizzly returned to our campsite. As the boys took shelter in the vans, I invited the scoutmaster to join me atop a picnic table. When the bear got about 20 yards from us, we opened our raincoats to make ourselves look four times the size we actually were while hollering at the bear. The young grizzly stopped, sat back on his butt, slowly got up and wandered off into the brush. This was the Summer solstice so it wasn't really dark at all. The next morning, two rangers stopped by with a stapled packet that needed filled out explicitly, because of the bear encounter.

I have to admit that I had a little problem getting to sleep that night just knowing there's a bear the size of your tent, slobbering around out there. Even a seasoned hunter/woodsman like myself found that extremely exciting if not a little unnerving. Finding something to fear and respect in the natural world isn't such a bad thing. After all, it may have been why I went there in the first place.

[Dutch]

Feb 21, 2024 12:16:35 GMT -5 acorn20 said:

My dad and I always wanted to go for grizzly bear. We both thought that it is one of the most magnificent animals on earth. He passed away in 1978 at age 54 and I lost the desire to kill one.

In 1998, we took our scout troop to Alaska for 15 days. One of our stops was Denali National Park. We camped on a large group camping spot to the rear of Savage River Campground...in the park. Since I snored like a fiend, I always positioned my tent away from others so as not to bother anybody. The first night, I was awakened by something large, sniffing my tent, just inches away from my face. I heard it move toward the door at my feet and sniff the tent area there. It then moved away from my tent and I somewhat resumed my sleep. The next day, while exiting my tent, I noticed 12 inches of thick drool around the rib of my door where I usually place my hand when unzipping the tent. About four feet away was a pile of bear scat.

We implemented our safety plan where if you had to go to the toilet, three of you went to the toilet. If you were filling your water bottles, three of you filled your water bottles. Get the picture? The boys knew that the odds of being challenged or mauled by a grizzly was 1 out of 100%. Faced with that, it's time to drop, roll up in a ball, protect your neck and think happy thoughts.

That night the grizzly returned to our campsite. As the boys took shelter in the vans, I invited the scoutmaster to join me atop a picnic table. When the bear got about 20 yards from us, we opened our raincoats to make ourselves look four times the size we actually were while hollering at the bear. The young grizzly stopped, sat back on his butt, slowly got up and wandered off into the brush. This was the Summer solstice so it wasn't really dark at all. The next morning, two rangers stopped by with a stapled packet that needed filled out explicitly, because of the bear encounter.

I have to admit that I had a little problem getting to sleep that night just knowing there's a bear the size of your tent, slobbering around out there. Even a seasoned hunter/woodsman like myself found that extremely exciting if not a little unnerving. Finding something to fear and respect in the natural world isn't such a bad thing. After all, it may have been why I went there in the first place.

That is some story!!

[Dutch]

Feb 21, 2024 12:16:35 GMT -5 acorn20 said:

My dad and I always wanted to go for grizzly bear. We both thought that it is one of the most magnificent animals on earth. He passed away in 1978 at age 54 and I lost the desire to kill one.

In 1998, we took our scout troop to Alaska for 15 days. One of our stops was Denali National Park. We camped on a large group camping spot to the rear of Savage River Campground...in the park. Since I snored like a fiend, I always positioned my tent away from others so as not to bother anybody. The first night, I was awakened by something large, sniffing my tent, just inches away from my face. I heard it move toward the door at my feet and sniff the tent area there. It then moved away from my tent and I somewhat resumed my sleep. The next day, while exiting my tent, I noticed 12 inches of thick drool around the rib of my door where I usually place my hand when unzipping the tent. About four feet away was a pile of bear scat.

We implemented our safety plan where if you had to go to the toilet, three of you went to the toilet. If you were filling your water bottles, three of you filled your water bottles. Get the picture? The boys knew that the odds of being challenged or mauled by a grizzly was 1 out of 100%. Faced with that, it's time to drop, roll up in a ball, protect your neck and think happy thoughts.

That night the grizzly returned to our campsite. As the boys took shelter in the vans, I invited the scoutmaster to join me atop a picnic table. When the bear got about 20 yards from us, we opened our raincoats to make ourselves look four times the size we actually were while hollering at the bear. The young grizzly stopped, sat back on his butt, slowly got up and wandered off into the brush. This was the Summer solstice so it wasn't really dark at all. The next morning, two rangers stopped by with a stapled packet that needed filled out explicitly, because of the bear encounter.

I have to admit that I had a little problem getting to sleep that night just knowing there's a bear the size of your tent, slobbering around out there. Even a seasoned hunter/woodsman like myself found that extremely exciting if not a little unnerving. Finding something to fear and respect in the natural world isn't such a bad thing. After all, it may have been why I went there in the first place.

That is some story!!

[fleroo]

You can say that again !

[Dutch]

Feb 21, 2024 13:42:06 GMT -5 fleroo said:

You can say that again !

Apparently I did. Lol

[moosemike]

I wanted to go for sheep when I was young and had my health but I never had the money. Now I'm old and my health has faded but then again, I still don't have the money. At least some things never change