Yukon Territory. We landed in Goz Lake, a couple hours by bush plane Northeast of Mayo Landing. Then, we took horses over goz Pass and dropped into the Snake River.
I was guessing the ridge above Notellum Creek! <img src="/ubbthreads/images/graemlins/smirk.gif" alt="" />
--Mike
Mike,
I have the original map that we used on the hunt. Not too surprisingly, we found it loaded with errors (places marked glaciers were lakes and vice-versa).
We left Goz Lake and actually went NE over Goz Pass, hitting the Snake River at the point where Reptile Creek empties into the other side of the Snake. Then, we followed the Snake (through swamps and all kind of [bleep]) basically NW for three days.
If you look at your map, our base camp was precisely North of the summit of Mount MacDonald and on the East bank of the Snake River. You'll see a four-forked creek that comes out of the mountains to our West and flows into the Snake....the intersection of the Snake and the unnamed creek was the site.
Interestingly, we didn't see much on our side of the river (naturally). Soooo, we ended up stripping naked and walking across the Snake and carrying our spike camp (in peril, I can assure you). Look exactly NE of our Snake River base camp and you'll see a big long creek drainage We spiked pretty much at the creek's headwaters (very much on the NWT border).
I killed my sheep within a quarter-mile, or less, of the border. Hey, that's where we were finding sheep.
I killed the double-shovel caribou just South of there, where the NWT/Yukon border takes a 90� bend to the NE....kinda the headwaters of the southernmost fork of the big creek.
Gorgeous, wonderful country and I wish I was man enough to do it again.
Our outfitter was a crook and we had few supplies, so Rudy and I ended up living off the land....ptarmigan, red-eyed grouse (whatever they are) and when we killed the caribou, we ate bumgut, netting and and all. Cooked the caribou ribs over the fire and cooked a ham whole under the fire for three days (wrapped in bacon rind and double aluminum foil). Low-bush cranberrys were on, so we ate them til we crapped purple and the farts stained our drawers. Oh man, what a time.
We ate the sheep, too. Finest meat I've ever eaten.
Steve