Rhett and I spent our last day chasing a big black bear sow with three cubs. Pictures galore and great practice stalking in patchy bogs interspersed with heavy brush and timber. We first spotted her two miles out. We plotted together for a minute, then set a double time intercept course through the undergrowth and [...] Read more »

We had one more day of unusually warm weather for late fall in the far north. Rhett stalked and took a fine caribou with glowing dark velvet and an atypical drop tine. He was delighted. I fondly remember Rhett’s hand on my shoulder one night as he roused me from a sound sleep. He and [...] Read more »

I was now looking down at what the camp had dubbed Steve’s pond, where our hunting companion from Massachusetts had killed his initial bull that first frantic afternoon. I had a pretty good field of fire. If the bull did not choose to follow the hollow dip between the rocky knobs below me there was [...] Read more »

On the third day of the hunt, we encountered far fewer animals than on our previous outings. We had hiked far from the river, perhaps five or six miles, to a high rocky ridge that overlooked a drainage and countless water bodies, swamps and bogs. You could see bands of caribou on the move for [...] Read more »