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After I came in from killing ptarmagin with a .177 cal. air rifle and a 4X scope. I used pointed pellets and had to get close because of the low pellet velocity. It was great fun as I had to really hunt them and get fairly close. I had to get a head or neck shot which took patience and skill. The dense feathers stopped body shots and I go for humane kills. Either a kill or a miss on the head\neck.
Lake trout caught in the fall over shoals (sunken islands). The water was crystal clear and I could see 10-15 feet down. Lakers were coming in and going out every which way and I could see them or their shadows. Fire out a spoon and in three turns of the reel you had a viscious strike. I was barbless and once in a while one would shake off. No big deal, just keep on reeling and another hit right after that. It was beyond insane fishing.
Any reasonable bay held pike, plenty of them. I had a ball any time I wanted with pike from the shore line.
Wolf track. I was warned by the natives to watch myself as a lone wolf was ejected from the local pack, and was skirting the community here and there.
A couple of local native (Dene) kids shooting grouse with .22s. When I was close to the community shooting birds I'd wear blaze orange from the waist up. Some of those kids were much younger and would let fly at anything. I saw one old codger quietly going through the bush with a sling shot. He'd pop a bird, it would flutter flop down, he'd give the neck a quick twirl, then in the bag. He went through the bush like a ghost.
Lake trout caught in the fall over shoals (sunken islands). The water was crystal clear and I could see 10-15 feet down. Lakers were coming in and going out every which way and I could see them or their shadows. Fire out a spoon and in three turns of the reel you had a viscious strike. I was barbless and once in a while one would shake off. No big deal, just keep on reeling and another hit right after that. It was beyond insane fishing.
Any reasonable bay held pike, plenty of them. I had a ball any time I wanted with pike from the shore line.
Wolf track. I was warned by the natives to watch myself as a lone wolf was ejected from the local pack, and was skirting the community here and there.
A couple of local native (Dene) kids shooting grouse with .22s. When I was close to the community shooting birds I'd wear blaze orange from the waist up. Some of those kids were much younger and would let fly at anything. I saw one old codger quietly going through the bush with a sling shot. He'd pop a bird, it would flutter flop down, he'd give the neck a quick twirl, then in the bag. He went through the bush like a ghost.
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