They say that ignorance is bliss, and it is, until that bliss is snatched away by the cold, icy hand of reality. In this case, that hand was wielded by a fellow hunter sitting shotgun in an approaching pickup truck.
They planned to use a brand-new, cutting-edge cartridge on red stag in “Middle Earth.” But beauracratic kiwi snafus quashed that. So two Americans hunted with “old” cartridges and wondered whether the grass was indeed greener ...
Few experiences in a hunter’s life compare with acquiring an over-the-counter tag for an emperor goose, or hunting a flock of 80,000 brant or any other of the myriad waterfowl that live on the Alaska Peninsula. And the fishing here—fuggedaboutit. This is a wingshooting and fishing paradise.