In years past, I'd been able to count the number of people I regularly hunted with on one hand - two fingers to be exact. Not only did I love spending time with my Dad and brother, but they seemed to enjoy pushing their limitations as much - or more - than I did. Blindly committing without regard, almost to a fault, to the thrill of backpack bowhunting deep in the backcountry.
This past season, new opportunities presented themselves. Through the tight-knit Sitka Tribe, I was lucky enough to get invited on adventures that took me out of my element and after a whole new species. Best of all, I got to share a passion for hunting with new friends in wild places.
From the ups and downs - literally up and down mountains - to the "What the hell are we doing?"s, people that are passionate for backpack hunting are a pleasure to be around. To all those I was lucky enough to share a campfire or split a Clif bar on the mountain with, thank you for sharing the adventure.