I'll go, no question the most memorable was a hunt with my buddy Tom for Muskox.
We did a hunt on the Yukon River the year before for moose and while relaxing after a successful hunt at Toms place in Anchorage he asked me if wanted to apply for Muskox. Tom had already drawn 2 tags for Nunivak so we decided to apply for the Shishmaref tags...total of 6 tags IIRC, offered and we applied as a party.
The draw came out and sure enough we drew...as it would turn out, 2 of the last 6 tags ever issued for that hunt. Tom was pretty excited as he said that was the best ox tag in AK.
Hunt finally came and we got in touch with Clifford, a native of Shishmaref and a very neat guy. We decided on the best dates for the best hair. I met Tom in Anchorage and we flew up to Nome the next day. Took a taxi into town, and I kid you not, I think he'd been transporting goats in his "taxi" which was a beat up old van. Smelled like a rank billygoat in that taxi! We grabbed a quick pizza in town, which was actually pretty darn good.
We flew into Shish on an Era flight, and it was bleak country, essentially snow and ice with a few willows poking out of the snow. We landed safely and were greeted by a some folks from town that drove their snowmachine's out to pick us up. Before we left for town we helped them unload cargo out of the airplane, mostly dried goods as well as our hunting stuff.
We went to Clifford's house and the first think I noticed was the doors going into the house seemed pretty short, sort of stepped down into the house. Didn't think much of it, but later Clifford said he was probably going to have to jack the entire house up in the summer as it was slowly sinking into the permafrost! He said it was essentially built on blocks and they just add more blocks! I was also shocked to learn that heating his home cost him about $3k a month and he was constantly yelling at his son, probably in his early 40's, to close the door. After finding out what his heat bill was a month, I don't blame him.
Anyway, that first night some of the native ladies from town came over with some spotted seal skin hats, gloves, slippers, etc. for us to buy. I bought an awesome bomber hat but all the slippers they had were only big enough for about 7 year old kids. I asked if they had anything larger and they said no, but several days later when I returned they had put together a nice assortment of slippers and I bought a pair for my wife.
I also struck up a conversation with Clifford's son Johnny and before long he broke out some photos of their native hunting. Pictures of walrus, seals, moose, grizzlies, etc and I ended up not finally going to bed until way too late. The most fascinating was the way they hunt walrus and it also looked fairly dangerous. Hunters, no matter how they hunt, always have something in common and the story telling was the same. Interestingly enough Johnny was most interested in pronghorn hunting.
A few pics:
Nome:
Shishmaref:
Clifford and I at his place in Shish:, believe he was in his 70's and at this point his father was 93 years old.