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 »

Game retrieval was usually by ATV which had to be ferried across the river in the diminutive hand made plywood boats. We had meat to fetch the afternoon we arrived so I had asked Kerry, “How the hell do you get that ATV in the boat”? Kerry flashed me a huge smile which displayed a […] Read more »

We liked our guide, Kerry, immensely. He was a true character. He was tundra savvy, an excellent hunter, and went the extra mile to get us into caribou and to retrieve game when it was down. He is one of the energetic guides I have ever encountered. His vast repertoire of tall tales cannot be […] Read more »

The second and third days were fun filled and action packed. No bulls worthy of harvest were spotted but we enjoyed the antics of hundreds of cow and calf caribou, some of them within yards. Not an hour went by that we did not learn more of the tundra, the country and culture, which added […] Read more »