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camp. We glassed sheep and caribou
all afternoon.
The next day Kelly fl ew
in to get the cape and horns and
take them back to base camp. He
also brought us a few goodies. We
cooked sheep ribs that afternoon,
boy, what a treat that was. Jeremy
had some seasoning that he had
made up especially for ribs. Then
it started to rain again. It rained so
hard that we were forced into the
tent early that evening. It was too
bad as we had planned to hunt for a
caribou that afternoon.
The next morning it was
still raining. It rained until around
noon, then we decided to hunt our
way farther around the base of the
mountain we were camped on. We
spotted several bulls about three
miles down below us, but none of
them looked like they were shooters.
So, we continued glassing around
the mountain. Jeremy glassed up
two or more bulls feeding across the
river, one of which was a big bull.
We looked him over and decided to
go after him as his rack was high
and wide with a lot of points on each
side. After hiking for about half a
mile, we jumped two more caribou
bulls. One of these bulls was pretty
good and would score around 350 to
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360 inches. However, the big bull we
had just seen was much better. Jeremy
and I carefully slipped across from the
two bulls who were now feeding their
way towards us on the other side of
the river. I got set up for the shot and
ranged to where the bull was headed on
a small hill. When the bull stepped up
and gave me a shot, I fi red.
The river was now up even
higher than before, so we found a good
crossing and slowly made our way over
to the bull. He was great! He had lots
of points and was in full velvet. He had
a deep, rich, chocolate coat with a frosty
mane. He was a beast and a beautiful
trophy. Once again, we had time for a
few pictures and then we de-boned the
meat and caped the bull. Jeremy and
I loaded our packs for the trip out. It
was just getting dark when we fi nished
crossing the river again. We broke out
the fl ashlights again and continued on
toward camp. It was around seven or
eight miles back to camp that night and
crossing through the tundra was tough
at best. It took us until just before
dawn the next day to get back to camp.
After getting back to camp and packing
the meat over to the airstrip, we made
ourselves breakfast and tried to get a
little rest for a couple of hours. After
our brief nap, we fi nished caping the
bull and made the call to base camp that
of the
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we had a caribou down and needed
to have it fl own out.
Kelly said that it would not
be until later that afternoon sometime
and that he would be able to come in
to get the meat. Kelly also needed
Jeremy to move to another camp to
help another guide, Travis White,
and his hunter, John Fields, get a
caribou. John had already taken a
beautiful ram with Travis and they
were looking for a good bull now
for John. They asked me if I wanted
to go back to base camp or go hunt
caribou. Heck, I wanted to keep
hunting as I still had several days
left in my hunt and would rather
help one of the other hunters that
had traveled with me to fi nd a good
bull than just sit around. I was soon