A lifestyle blog about life and living in Southeast, Alaska.
September 11, 2016
The trees are turning beautiful colors of orange and yellow in the Chilkat Valley. The air is crisp in the mornings, snow is making it's venture down the mountains, and moose season is upon us. Fall is definitely here in Southeast Alaska.
Last year my father-in-law, Charlie, harvested a 50 and 1/4 inch moose (antler width). Because my husband helped his dad pack the moose and spent hours with him in the field finding one, we received half the moose last year. We also hung the meet in our garage and helped package it for the freezer. The harvested moose from last year is still feeding us, although we have eaten through most of the burger and roasts, we are still grazing through the ribs (they are harder to cook than I thought they would be).
Growing up, my dad never hunted big game. The only wild and organic meat I ate was mainly geese and duck. It's taken me some time to get used the idea of harvesting a large animal, such as a moose. I told my husband this year that I would like to start shooting his rifle at the shooting range, because maybe, just maybe I might like to go deer hunting, and maybe just maybe I might want to shoot one. It's important to me for my family to eat wild and organic meat and appreciate the time and effort that goes in to the subsistence way of life. It is inevitable lifestyle choice when you live here, in a way.
But for today, as our kids are only 4 years (soon to be 5) and 19 months I think we will start with taking the kids to set up moose camp. Moose season starts on the 15th of September and Charlie was born on the 14th. I know that he is going to have many birthdays around the camp fire at moose camp, waiting for the season to open the next day. But for now, Charlie just wants a shark themed birthday party and I am completely happy that he is still little enough to not have that drive to want to go spend time with dad at moose camp just yet.
It was such a beautiful day for a jet boat ride up the Chilkat River to a landing where Stuart and my father-in-law set up their tent, little tent stove, cots, and large tarps to shield the area from the rain which is so prominent this time of year. I reorganized the stones for the fire pit there. They were out of place from the harsh winter. I also found a heart rock on the beach where Charlie and Loralai mostly played while dad and grandpa worked. I nailed it up to the tree just outside the tent. I didn't tell my husband that it was there. I just hope he looks at it when he is trying to get warm by the campfire, just coming in from the hunt, and knows we put it there because we love him and all his efforts to feed his family for our soon to be winter here in Haines.
I'm busy working on my blog posts. Watch this space!