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Me and my son, Cory, walk into the house, he says "nice job building suspense before the .338"

I say "and did you see that crazy-long shot!?" Cory nodded and I said "the current record for the longest sniper kill was taken with a .338 Lapua Magnum"

Cory asked "how far?"

I said "8,116.8 feet or 1.54 miles"

Cory's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He than said "thats a real long shot" and he helped me put the guns away. At lunch, Cory asked "what you going to use the .338 for?"

I said "I don't know, the moose we have around here are not the biggest"

He said "you better not have that gun, just for the sake of having the gun... like your .45-70!"

I said "they will both have a purpose soon" seeing if he will catch on.

He just stops for a second, thinking. He asked "can I come?"

I say "you don't even ask where we are going or what we are hunting"

Cory sighed and asked "what we hunting? and where?"

I said "Kodiak island, Alaska... I have the tags to kill one of those massive Kodiak bears"

He asked "and me?"

I said "with your .30-30 I have a tag that will let you kill a mountain goat... or... with your .50 caliber muzzle loader you can kill a elk or caribou"

Cory nearly spit-up and said "Muzzle loader it is!" and we both laughed. he asked "when are we going?"

I said "in a week... the best part is that it is completely un-guided,the guy that will fly us to camp will be there but the hunting is just me and you"

He smiled and said "sure as heck I wont be able to sleep for a week"

I giggle and said "I entered my our names into the draw a month and a half ago, I got these yesterday... so how little sleep do you think I got"

We spent most of the week getting ready for the trip to Alaska, warm clothes, food, that stuff. On the day, only hours before we left, I packed my .338 Lapua Magnum into its case, locked-up and took a box of bullets. I also took my .45-70 handgun and, with its holster, packed it away with a box of bullets.

I made sure Cory was bringing everything he will need with his muzzle loader. Bullets, powder, primers, he packed it all away with one last thing, an elk call that he bought three days ago and mastered two and a half days ago... he learns so fast.

We set-out to the air-port, had some paper work to do and had to get on a airplane, looking of slightly lesser quality than the others. we where to make two stops on the way to Alaska. At the first we landed in Manitoba to refuel. The next stop was in B.C. and we than flew straight to Alaska.

We landed at a small air-port and we where instructed to follow a dirt road west, until we came to a river with a dock. And we did find the dock, me and Cory put-down our luggage and sat on the bench. Only minuets later a small float plane landed on the river and maneuvered next to the dock.

A old chubby husky stepped out of the plane and reached a hand out, he said "my name is Deon... and you are?"

I shook his hand and said "my name is Hector and this is my son, Cory."

The old husky said "looks like I got another two huskies coming aboard" as he started helping us get our stuff on the plane.

I said "no, no, no... We are wolves, we just look like huskies"

Hector said "ye even got 'the pissed husky' look!" and we all laughed. We than got aboard the plane and flew off, to Kodiak island.