Little Hawk
Active Member
Howdy,
Buddy and I did our fourth consecutive trip in late Sep early Oct. Spent a week just north of Princeton then finished up with our usual last week in the East Kootenays. Princeton was so hot the bugs drove us nuts.
Had the strangest BUG experience of any trip ever. Early one day I noticed these tick-like bugs (about 3/4-inch) congregating or hatching on the rocks around the fire. I counted nearly two-dozen or so of the little buggers then, much to my chagrin, I noticed I had two or three on me. They seemed to be trying to get at my skin. I semi-freaked and swatted them off only to have more of em' attack me. There I was, running around camp with these little peckers chasing me. This went on for the duration of that day every time I (and only me) went near the fire. Strange.
We spent and inordinate amount of time on the bikes...
as the bush was tinder dry and noisy as hell. On three or more days we put on over 100/kms... and still shot nothing. The two guy's we met up there shot a spike and a 4-point.
In the E.K. just south of Fairmont we fared no better. The elk were silent (which was unusual) and not one whitey with bones on its head showed itself. The "meat" end of it was disappointing but it's hard not to enjoy oneself in a place like this...
Counting the days till next year!
Hope you whack a nice whitey Wolf!
Cheers,
Terry
Buddy and I did our fourth consecutive trip in late Sep early Oct. Spent a week just north of Princeton then finished up with our usual last week in the East Kootenays. Princeton was so hot the bugs drove us nuts.
Had the strangest BUG experience of any trip ever. Early one day I noticed these tick-like bugs (about 3/4-inch) congregating or hatching on the rocks around the fire. I counted nearly two-dozen or so of the little buggers then, much to my chagrin, I noticed I had two or three on me. They seemed to be trying to get at my skin. I semi-freaked and swatted them off only to have more of em' attack me. There I was, running around camp with these little peckers chasing me. This went on for the duration of that day every time I (and only me) went near the fire. Strange.
We spent and inordinate amount of time on the bikes...
as the bush was tinder dry and noisy as hell. On three or more days we put on over 100/kms... and still shot nothing. The two guy's we met up there shot a spike and a 4-point.
In the E.K. just south of Fairmont we fared no better. The elk were silent (which was unusual) and not one whitey with bones on its head showed itself. The "meat" end of it was disappointing but it's hard not to enjoy oneself in a place like this...
Counting the days till next year!
Hope you whack a nice whitey Wolf!
Cheers,
Terry