And the girls too.
Saturday, my husband and a few friends and I took off from our camp about 10 miles from town on an adventure.
My Photographer. (All photos are courtesy and property of Dean Lukin)
Actually, we were looking for some Caribou, or moose, or pretty much anything we had a tag for.
Plenty of geese and seagulls later, and about 20 miles up the coast from our camp, we ran into these.
Musk Ox. AKA Tundra Cows. AKA Good Eats. AKA "Too bad we don't have a tag."
Dean, Koy and I all have Musk Ox tags but not for the northern herd. And since the Bull season ended early, we have to wait until January to see if the cow season opens to get another one. Last Year we only caught one. Sore subject, time to move on.
Agnes and I stayed on the 4-wheelers as Dean, Ray and the other two boys walked right up to the herd and took all these amazing photos. I sat there and laughed when the little baby musk ox tried to charge the men.
They were about 20 feet away from them when I finally yelled, "OK Dean, I don't need photos THAT bad!" They walked back to us and off we went.
These animals stick around the same spot year after year. When I was a kid we used to call them, "Johnson's pets" because they hung around behind Johnson Stalkers camp all year. They've moved a little more north though. But it's still nice to see them and say, "hi."
Ahh, such is life in Sisualik.