Toppling Of The Tundra Tanks

Nice story to check out: All of a sudden Bobby, our guide, signalled for us to stop and get down.  An hour earlier we had spotted a large Musk Ox bull and an old cow meandering across the tundra.  We raced in front of them and made our way across the rocky terrain and up the side of a rock bluff.  I was glassing the undulating land looking for signs of the pair and thought I had spotted them several hundred yards ahead, bedded in amongst the rock outcroppings. Well, Bobby’s keen eye had picked them out coming our way and as we crouched in the midst of all the rocks, trying to blend in, all of a sudden this huge looking beast came trudging along the base of the rock outcropping we were using to conceal ourselves.  Shortly after, another blocky beast came into view.  I now know how the soldiers of World War I felt when huddled in their trenches and the enemy tanks appeared out of nowhere.  These animals looked gigantic, with their shaggy, woolly coats blowing in the stiff arctic breeze.  The female was leading and the male was a short distance behind.  I had never been this close to a wild animal of this size, except moose, in my life.  The previous year I had taken an Alaskan Brown Bear at close range and it seemed small in comparison.  It was Quentin’s Musk Ox and as it closed the gap to us, my old knees were starting to ache on the rocks and all I wanted him to do is shoot this creature.  It seemed like an eternity had passed before the resounding blast from the Browning A-Bolt 300 WSM broke the silence and we all watched this mammoth animal crash to the ground.  The ranged distance was 53 yards. Well, as we stood over this prehistoric prize, my mind travelled back several months in time. Read more….