This is my opinion on hunting for sport, no matter what.
You can't look at an animal who actually makes decisions as to where to walk and not say they don't have a conscience. Killing them like this is just...cruel.
Teanna-
A sixty pound beaver, these days, is a really good size! You've got it right, though, about the cold. The ice had been completely melted off the lake for only two weeks when I took the plunge. I had been living out there in a rough…
Ok, so I always wondered too, what the inside of a beaver lodge looked like. I've scuba dived into a couple of underwater wrecks but the idea of plunging into a freezing lake with no wetsuit and no fins and no air is just...nutz. I also…
This is a special spot in the Alaska range, where I once guided my dad to within about 12 feet from an older patriarch (older than the ram shown here). It was perfect timing that this guy generously tilted his head skyward as I spoke. Lucky, lucky,…
But on the way down, there was time enough to wonder how many ribs would break when I hit ground, as I was falling sideways. I can't believe the camera stayed in my hand. Wriststrap worked!
Helicopters are always fun to ride around in, plus, as you've noted, you can get some pretty cool shots. I escaped getting into a physical altercation by simply leaving. But I enjoy taking things to the edge.
Having hummingbirds sit on my finger...a bear sneaking up and putting his nose on thigh, scaring the @%#! out of me....hanging out with Dall sheep...laying in the mud amongst cattail-reeds on a hot summers day...sneaking up on a mule deer and poking it in the rump...nursing small injured animals back to health, such as a great-horned owlet or a baby northern flying squirrel...sitting in the shadow of the mountain at dusk or dawn, and just feeling the grandiosity of it all.....