Got back from my Montague Island Blacktail Deer and Brown Bear hunt this afternoon. Got two deer but never laid eyes on any Brownies. A couple guys, however, said they were "woofed" at by a bear and they found a different direction to hunt.
We lived aboard a 45' boat and had a blast (no pun intended). Our party of six only took four deer so I counted myself fortunate to find two. Montague is a beautiful, albeit rainy, place. Honestly, I'd spend more time duck hunting and less time deer hunting the next time around. There were sea ducks everywhere. We also saw whales and dozens of sea otters.

Sunny day on Montague -- very, very deceiving. I don't recall any sunshine at all on this trip.
It was helpful having a transporter (Cap'n Ron's Alaskan Adventures, who could decipher the public/private land areas at Montague. He also managed to find us a nice calm area to anchor the boat so we could sleep without feeling like we were on a waterbed. This wasn't exactly a "roughing it" hunt. Our boat captain made us breakfast and dinner...sometimes with desert thrown in. He used a little Zodiac with a 5hp outboard to get us to shore.

My double on blacktails. Both were pretty close shots and both, thankfully, dropped at the shot. This picture gives a much more accurate depiction of the weather on our trip; cold, wet, and dreary...but oh so much better than being at work -- and I actually like my job.

Strange antler conformation. The right antler was a cow horn (spike) and the left looked a caribou top with three points. My son (10 years old) and I will butcher the buck tomorrow and I'll get some of it canned so I can eat it while I'm in the Middle-East for six-months starting in January -- a little taste of home.

Harlequin duck with double-bands. One on each leg. This beautiful bird will go to the taxidermist tomorrow to remind me of this beautiful area. I love duck hunting and this is the first banded duck I've ever taken. It rivals the wood duck in looks and beats it in habitat beauty.
The trip back was a little interesting since we were just hours ahead of a forecasted gale. No big deal for the boat captain but a little thought-provoking for a landlubber and cheechako like myself.