Jerry, I have told this story before but for my tenth wedding anniversary I convinced my wife we should go to Alaska and hunt caribou. The first day in camp I noticed that there was meat piled on a wooden pallet just a few feet from our tent. I had read a book that suggested you should never argue with a guide because it would ruin the trip. I decided to bite my tongue. That night I was awakened by some noise like walking on gravel. I thought my wife was grinding her teeth and I said something to her about it. I heard a loud woof and realized it was time to Lock and Load. There was a sow and two very large cubs right outside having a caribou buffet. My wife peeked out of her sleeping bag and asked if I was going outside but I replied that they might want to come inside and it was about to get noisy. Eventually I decided to take a picture and when the flash went off it looked like the Kentucky derby. I thought my 35 Whelen was overkill for caribou, but for three bears just a few feet away it seemed pretty pathetic. I wish I had a 400 Whelen that night. whelennut
I like to do my hunting BEFORE I pull the trigger! There is only one kind of dead, but there are many different kinds of wounded.
