We went moose hunting on the Yukon River in the wilderness of Alaska this past week. We went with our daughter Shelly, her husband Philip, and their 5 kids, our grandkids, the oldest being 8. Philip was our hunting guide, being experienced in that he has hunted  this area with his Dad and family for years and has killed a number of moose over the years. We didn’t bag a moose, but I had a wonderful time. There is something very bonding when you are in the wilderness camping together. One of the kids was chopping limbs in two so that we could put them in the little stove we had in the wall tent and one of the others tripped going out of the wall tent door and fell right in the path of the descending axe and got a whack on the back of the head, which resulted in a two inch cut that went to the scull. We had a first aid kit so using a hunting knife Philip shaved the hair around the wound and put a couple of butterfly bandages, disinfectant, and then gauze and tape around the head, and the procedure was over and regular camp life returned to normal.  Everyone was involved in some way in the procedure, cutting tape, offering advice, comforting a little boy, and praying. It is a great time to teach character to kids during these events.  Even  though I didn’t see a moose or bear or wolf, I did see lots of beaver, muskrats, ducks, geese, swans, and lots of different birds. But the high light of the weeks camping was spending amazing time with my grandkids getting to know them a lot., I saw some huge grizzly bear tracks everyday in the mud next to the river, and it appeared like he was walking along behind me as his tracks were over mine from the day before. That made things exciting. It was a hugely successful hunting trip, one that I Will remember all of my life. Next year I will kill a moose, maybe!