It was a seven-river trip down from Notellem Lake to the road where the big Yellow bus waited. Everything you expected from another Yukon September, the colours in the trees, the smell of fallen leaves with wet dew, the sound of Bob's perfect long…
When Bob and I heard of a few Bison hanging around the first few kilometres of the Ashihik Rd. we quickly put our skidoos and gear together in the big yellow bus with a trailer and headed out very early the next…
It was a very cold morning in September, ice lined the shores of Ross River. Frozen gear from the day before piled and hung around the open morning fire trying to warm and thaw! It was hard to shake off the…
Hunting Bison can have sunny days and cold, cold nights. Bob and I got used to putting our snow machines together under the same tarps. We could always count on starting an Arctic Cat Bearcat two stroke in the morning…
At first light I hear what I think is Bob Mooney out getting firewood for cooking breakfast. My brother hears it as well but thinks it is a moose. I said you better go look. He disappears in his ginch…
