Mountain Goat Hunt 3Archer rolled out of bed, holding a hand over his ear while the other groped around the night stand, searching for the snooze button on his alarm clock. He dragged a hand over his face, trying to wake himself up, knowing that he had lots of chores to do before getting the tokotas ready to go out. While he had requested a later time to pick up Ray and Rani from their handlers, it only meant that he would have more time in the morning to clean his dishes, tidy up the house, and chop some wood for the wood stove that heated his house before he set out on a hunt with the tokotas. Grumbling, Archer pulled himself to his feet, leaving the warm comfort of his bed and blankets, and trudged over to his dresser, where he pulled on a fresh set of warm clothes. Deciding to hold off on breakfast for a little bit, Archer decided to tackle the hardest chore first-chopping wood. Despite the chill outside, once Archer had gotten a rhythm going, he began to warm up. After a good hour of splitting the se
Mountain Goat Hunt 2Archer rose and stretched, yawning before he quickly retreated back underneath his covers. His room was much colder than he had originally thought, and Archer grumbled to himself about the impending winter and cold weather before making a dash for his dresser. He dressed quickly in warm slacks and a couple layers of flannels and hoodies before walking over to the window to check the thermometer. Archer noted the frost spread across the ground and window, before glancing to check the temperature, which was a balmy 23 degrees. Displeased, Archer continued his grumbling as he stalked into the kitchen, and bent, picking up some wood that was stacked towards the door and tossing it into the small wood stove he had going during the evenings. As the fire was brought up, the living area warmed, and Archer started on his breakfast and lunch for the day. After tossing some leftover meat onto the stove to warm up and cook, Archer turned to the fridge, which was becoming rapidly redundant with the
Mountain Goat Hunt 1Archer stretched and yawned, rolling from his bed and stared out the window. He bit back a groan, seeing the frost that had spread across the front yard, and bit back the urge to go crawling back underneath his covers. The Alaskan fall had, as usual, gone from warm weather to freezing temperatures in a few days. Archer pawed through his clothing drawers, managing to come up with a warm set of slacks, and layered a couple of shirts and flannels underneath his usual hoodie. After dressing himself, Archer wandered into the kitchen, and sorted through the leftover meat in the fridge before producing some leftovers, which he tossed into a frying pan, before starting to heat the meat. While his breakfast cooked, Archer walked around, tidying the kitchen up and washing some dirty dishes that were still sitting on the counter from the previous day. By the time he was done with his chores, the meat was sizzling in the pan, sending a wonderful aroma wafting around the kitchen. Archer took the wa
Exploring 6Archer hummed, finishing folding his clothes as he glanced at the clock. He had plans with his friends to head into town to get supplies for their next camping trip that was coming up in a few days, and it was best to get everyone together to figure out what they would be having for meals. There had been one previous incident where there had been a miscommunication about who was supposed to bring what food, so three of them had brought potatoes, while the two others had brought some miscellaneous breakfast foods. Needless to say, they had become awfully creative with their cooking, and most of the food they ate during that trip was whatever they could catch with potatoes. Not wanting to make that mistake again, Archer and his friends had since planned every camping trip in advance, heading to the grocery store ahead of time to get the supplies they needed to avoid another mix up.
Archer glanced at the clock again, checking the time before setting his laundry aside, putting what he had
Exploring 5Archer hummed, taking the tent pack from Shavaad’s back and set it on the ground. Around him, his friends were working on setting up camp for the evening. They had chosen the site because it was relatively flat and open enough for the five large tokotas they had brought with them to spend the night, though they had decided to call an early stop when some dark clouds had descended, blocking off the sun and looming ominously over their heads. Archer bent, setting up the tent quickly before returning to Shavaad to remove her tack. Jacob had set up his tent next to Archer’s, and the remaining three handlers, June, Logan, and Robyn, filled in the rest of the small circle with their tents. June had already set up her tent and was building a small ring of stones in the center of the tents for their campfire, while Robyn straightened up and walked back out of the makeshift camp to return to looking for some more sticks to build the fire with. Logan finished setting up her tent and
Exploring 4“The lake it is!” Archer said, hanging up the phone. He had just finished up a conference call with four of his friends, and had the rest of the day planned out. The weather had been uncommonly warm over the past few days, pushing 80 degrees, and the tokotas had all been sitting in the shade and panting. Archer had wanted to go out and about, but he figured that while he could sit with the freezer door open, the tokotas weren’t able to have quite that luxury, so he had called up a few of his friends to see if they were available to head down to the lake to take a dip and cool off, bringing along their tokotas with them. Content, Archer put the phone down on the table and wandered into the kitchen to toss together a couple sandwiches and some meat for lunch and dinner. He prepared them quickly, wanting to get moving so he could head out and meet up with his friends at the lake. Archer tossed the sandwiches and a few other supplies into his saddle bags, shouldering them
Exploration 3After the events of the morning, the group began to slowly settle down. Finding the large amount of bones had seriously unnerved them, but the group was determined to continue on with their camping trip despite the lingering worry of whatever that creature was following their trail. The group continued to climb up the mountain ridgeline, handlers hunching their shoulders and ducking their heads at the fierce wind that whipped over one side of the mountain and buffetted them in their saddles. The tokotas doggedly continued on, bending their heads and half closing their eyes at the snow that whipped into their faces. Their handlers remained silent-speaking would only fill their mouths with the cold and the wind would rip the words away from the rest of the group and carry it off the mountainside.
An hour passed before Robyn led the group into a valley, taking it slow and easy, letting Noc take his time making his way down the rocky slope. The rest of the handlers and tokotas waited on th