Kodiak--It's Not For Wimps

I felt pretty anxious, disappointed and stupid, taking such a risky and far shot (for me, anyway), and Jake seemed resigned to tracking a wounded deer at sunset a long ways from camp, not an ideal situation. He left me on top of the last hill and went to check, shouting that there was no sign of blood. I felt relieved; I must have missed, which was certainly preferable to wounding the deer. I heard some limbs cracking and he reappeared, dragging a big old buck! I was shocked to say the least. He was a big heavy deer, older than the others, and thankfully he`d passed some of those good qualities on before he died! It was a long dark walk back to camp, but wow, what a great way to finish my hunt, the most fun I`ve had hunting in Alaska so far.