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 »

Full of adrenaline we were up early the next morning. The north latitude dawn reached out and stroked our senses.  Mist tentacles rose like apparitions, ephemeral, silver and boiling from the myriad of water surfaces around camp.  They writhed, pulsed and seethed along the shore lines of the river, played hide and seek in the stands […] Read more »