Part 6 of the Alaska Series. Click here to start reading at Part 1: Above the Arctic Circle.
This is one of my most favourite memories of our trip to Alaska. Father and son moose-hunting team The Petes (otherwise known as Big Pete and Little Pete), camp guides Dan, Cecil and Chris, and I were sitting in the cook tent after breakfast, playing Farkle. If you've never played this game, you're missing out on a bunch of fun. Especially using Cecil's rules, which state you have to score exactly 10,000 to win.
After a couple of rounds of Farkle, Little Pete asked me if I'd be able to photograph him at target practice with his hunting bow. He wanted a photo of the arrow right before it hit the target. Welllllll I'm up for a challenge, so we headed out to the airstrip.
After a few warm-up shots, Pete declared he was ready. First, however, we needed to figure out how I'd know when to start shooting, to catch the arrow in flight. I suggested that I count down from three and then he'd let loose. It went something like this:
Me: "Okay ready? Three -"
LP: [lets arrow fly - it hits target with a resounding THUNK!]
LP: "Shut up."
But Pete is pretty darn good with a bow and arrow, leaving me to be the one having difficulties timing the shot. Even at a continuous four frames per second burst, the photo here is the closest I got the arrow to the target. Not bad for a first time, though!
Pete got what he came to Alaska for - he nabbed a moose, using a bow and arrow. Now that's a serious beastie and some major bow hunting skills.
Next up: The Northern Lights