Post by Hunter on Nov 6, 2005 8:26:47 GMT -5
Well I've had Caribou hunting both ways...the best and the worst. This last trip was the worst. Katrina sailed up into Quebec dragging warm air with her and stopping the migration 250 miles north of where we were hunting.
They brought 4 guys from another camp in making it 16 hunters in camp. We started with 3 guides, on day one one guide goes down wicked sick, day two one guide puts knife deep into his hand. Poor Richard {master guide} had his hands full.
16 men brought 11 caribou home...of which 3 were cows and 2 calves. I saw one caribou...way outta range. Dad took a nice cow and passed on a calf. I stalked one big bear for an hour and a half and when I finally got 200 yds from him the wind shifted and he busted me.
I took my gps on a test walk and after I way pointed the drop off point and walked 4.5 miles into the wilderness I hit the return button an the fuggin thing froze up and crashed. I used my usual tactics at first {when in trouble, when in doubt...run in circles, scream and shout} then calmed down. Thank God I have a sense of direction in the woods. I got back to the lake about 300 yds off course. It never worked the rest of the trip.
Then on the way out of the bush all flights into Shefferville were delayed because a drunk indian was shooting at planes and hunters getting off the planes. We had to wait till the S.W.A.T. team flew in from Montreal an get him.
I did see alot of wildlife.
Flying in this time I got a good chance to see the area from the air. I got a good feel for the lay of the land. By 11 am the few bou that were in the area stop moving...so I went exploring in the afternoons. One afternoon wander lust hit me hard. I hunted up a ridge and discovered an ancient caribou trail. This one was 2 feet wide and 1 foot deep into the turf. I followed it for about eight miles {4 hour still hunt}. When I got to camp that night I told the guide about the lake I found and my hunt...he said he was never that far back in.
One afternoon when things were really dead...I decided to do a little Pennslytukey deer {err...Caribou drive} Me and Little John did a little push up the hill and ran a nice one past Kyle. This was Kyle's first bou. He was pretty happy.
My favorite place to hunt Bear and Caribou. I got a bear last year at the base of the nearest mountain. I stalked a bear on the tree line left this year. The tree line is 2 miles away, the base of mountain 4 miles.
This trip I hiked to the top of that Mountain and spread my Father-in-laws ashes there. It's a beautiful place to hang out...Burt would have loved it.