After breakup and after the water went down some we headed to the river to begin fishing. We started off just having fun catching pike.
As time progressed we became more serious.
Our net regulations make it difficult to catch many kings, but we managed to get a few small ones here and there.
Along with more pike and a lot of dog salmon.
Then we went after some sheefish.
We made dry fish, half dry fish, bagged some up fresh, and jarred some as well. We have more fish than any year previous, but our kids are not eating any less so we'll probably need it.
Of course we filled the freezers with berries as well! The blueberries, highbush, and low bush berries were incredible this year. It helped make up for our garden getting nailed by an early frost we were unprepared for in mid-August.
In September we all headed out and did some camping up river. My wife had a draw permit and so we were looking for her to shoot first.
On the second camping trip out I was back off the river moose calling while the family had lunch on a birch ridge. On my way back while crossing a grass lake I spotted a wolf paralleling me. I ran to cut it off, but soon realized that the wolf was now running towards me. It could obviously he could see me, but he was running with the wind. By this time I was only about 30ft from my wife and kids who were chatting away and could easily be heard by me and by the wolf too I expect. The family didn't know I was back from my walk as I kneeled on the other side of some willows and birch from them and the wolf picked up the pace still coming right at us. Finally, the wolf paused looking over his shoulder. At about 75 yards I squeezed off a round and knocked the wolf over backwards and didn't even twitch. The girls and wife were surprised to hear the shot so close and wondered what I was doing. There is a lot of wolf sign in that area. I can't help but wonder what would have happened when the wolf would have closed the distance between him and me or him and my family. My guess is that he finally would have figured out that we were not what he thought we were and spooked but then again. . .
After two times camping out and seeing bulls really far away or only hearing them, we took off one more time before my wife's draw permit expired. We didn't make it very far before one of the girls said, "There's a moose." Sure enough a little bull had made his way out of the willows for some water. I cut the boat motor and we started drifting. My wife, nearly 30 weeks along with our fourth, made her way to the front of the boat with her 30.06. Our waves passed us rocking us up and down. Forever later the waves subsided and the bull was still drinking. She took aim and dropped him with the first shot. We made it home that evening with our winter supply of red meat.
With the moose put away, I shifted focus to black bear and was able to connect on my first!
With my wife getting her first moose and me getting my first bear, it was now the kids' turn. I took the older two girls out and the second oldest got her first spruce chicken (the older one got one last year)! She was pumped and ready to do it again!
Hope your summer and fall harvest was successful!