The little pontoon plane that got to fly in to their camp from the base camp. The week before, no one had gotten a single thing at the camp they were going to. The first day Dad's group got there, 8 of the 9 guys got a caribou, and one guy got two! They're only allowed two, so he did a lot of fishing the rest of the week... :) We were praying the whole week, and it worked! Everyone shot out the third day in their group.
The first one he got was on the smaller side.
And then he got 'the big one'! This was the second day, which was freezing. The day before had been up in the 80's, and this day it was in the 40's and windy. But despite the elements, he got a nice caribou.
Dad said they really weren't scared of people, gun shots, or people talking. Quite a difference from hunting white tale!
Brian, their guide, and Dad.
The view from the camp.
They saw a couple of wolves the last day. Dad said they were the size of small deer! They were walking parallel to them for about an hour howling their heads off. Sounds fun doesn't it? A black bear came pretty close to the camp the last day, but Dad didn't see it. There was scratch marks on their bunkhouse from a bear.
And we just ate some caribou meat, it was really tender and good. And we have a lot of meat! The amount of meat we have equals 4 deer around here. Dad's getting the bigger caribou's head mounted. I can't wait!
3 comments:
I've honestly never heard of anyone hunting caribou before! They kinda look like a moose.
Liv
That's really cool! What does the meat taste like? Like beef, or what? I've never had it before.
It's very similar to venison.
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