Those aren’t pikas. Those are Arctic ground squirrels. Rats with pretty tails. If they would respect my temporary presence while caribou hunting, they would fare much better, but the little rats steadfastly try chewing into my tents, including the one that does not and never had food in it. And there are hundreds of these things per acre.....maybe thousands. Upon setting up camp, one must shoot these pests back for a couple of days so one can leave camp for an hour or so and not return to find your camp utterly destroyed. The first year we found that valley, our tent and sleeping bags were destroyed and all our food fouled by the rats while we hiked up the mountain to glass for sheep. As we were returning, we could see movement from afar in our camp. Eyeing camp with binoculars, we could see the little vandals running all about and some even bouncing on the tent as if it was a trampoline. The following year we brought a dog and staked him down at camp to guard it from the pests, but when we hiked up the mountain, he howled and cried non-stop or hours. We could hear him for miles..........and so could the sheep, caribou.........and bears. We were then afraid that he would end up as lunch.
Now I just shoot several dozen of the little rats upon my arrival, and that seems to put the scare into the rest of them for a day or two.
LOL.......my war with the ground squirrels might be why Mrs. Huntster doesn’t want to go anymore. The year she shot her first caribou, we were sitting on a knoll feeding the little rats out of our hands. As long as I don’t have a camp to defend, I think they’re cute. But when I have $1000 worth of tents, cots, and sleeping bags set up, it’s war...........