It has to be my oldest boys first caribou hunt. My uncle flew up to hunt with us. He had never hunted up here and had never even seen a caribou before. It was a dream for him to just come along on a hunt that we take for granted. Jetboating in to our campsite, northern lights out, and lots of caribou made for a real memorable trip for him and us. Of course the coup de gras was my son shooting his first bou. We had spotted them bedded down about 300 yds from us. With no way to close the distance I made a small shooting lane in the brush for my boy, got him a solid prone rest, and we waited them out. They finally stood up and he had to wait for the last bull to get clear as the others were all walking side by side. One shot at 297yds and he dropped it. It was such an awesome experience to have with my boy and my uncle. I look forward to my youngest getting in on the action in the next year or two.
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