We, being myself and good friend Jim, flew in to a remote lake west of Whitehorse in my buddies C-180.
After nearly losing my lunch in the back seat, we landed safe and sound and bid adieu to Grant.
The plan was to hunt for 6 days, and get picked up by Grant, hopefully with a Sheep, but if not, just stomping around in the mountains is enough. Doubly so, as I had never been in this neck of the woods before, and was looking forward to exploring it.
Unfortunately, the weather was not ideal for Sheep hunting, as it was quite hot, and the terrain round the lake was very tough; lots of thick Dwarf Birch and boulder fields.
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| Dwarf Birch lake |
We hiked up a side valley the first day and spent a few hours glassing the various cirques and ridges looking for the elusive Dall rams, finally spotting some on a ridge about 10 Km distant. Too far for any serious attempt that day.
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| Glassing for rams |
The area is quite rugged, with lots of granite boulders hidden just below the Dwarf Birch, and clogging the creeks.
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| Boulders and more boulders |
The next day we split up and I went off west in search of the group we has spied the previous day. I spent 9 hours or so cruising ridges and peering into isolated nooks and grannies, but didn't see anything.
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| Great Sheep country |
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| But no Sheep |
Arrived back in camp after a long day with lots of vertical. Went for a swim and enjoyed a cold beer on a sunny beach. We called in a floatplane the next morning, as it was getting too hot to contemplate getting a Sheep and have any hope of keeping the meat cold, and the Sheep were obviously smarter than we were.
A fun trip none the less.
