Six miles is horrible and, carrying meat is worse downhill than uphill, I swear.

No, actually the cape burned up in a tent fire on the trip. Our outfitter was a crook and we were basically eating off the land. We were literally eating ptarmigan, sheep and caribou.

Some of the rig grease evidently got under the tent and all was lost. My guide, the cook (his girlfriend) and I slept under horseblankets for about six or seven nights. Not really too pleasant, I can assure you; sticky, sweaty, smelly and sweat-wet.

The caribou in our dead petting zoo is a wiiiiiiiide one I shot in Quebec. The Yukon one is just a skull mount beside it.

I'll drop in a photo of the dall sheep. And maybe more stuff that will be tantalizing.

Steve

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Here is the Quebec caribou we have mounted.

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Another Quebec caribou. He is in the attic. Nothin special except good meat.

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One of my boys. All alone sucks.

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Great Alberta whitetail. Crappy photo.

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Good kudu.

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The mule deer I have tattooed on my left arm. Really pretty bugger. Killed with a prototype Nosler bullet in my .280 Ackley.

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Prolly 30 below and a long, long ways to go. Out of horse feed and fewezing out of the saddle. Been there, done that. Am paying for it now.


Where Karen and I will end up.

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Steve











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