|Looking out the front porch of the lodge. This is a major improvement. Notice the lack of white caps on the lake. The overcast will just keep the sun out of our eyes.|
My plan had been to hunt for two days, take a day off to recuperate, then hit it again. However, when my guide saw Caribou on the hill behind us, the blood began to become energized. I was ready to hit it again regardless of the pain that might be ensued.
The camp manager had a surprise for us. We had been visited by a grizzly bear during the night and his tracks were in the sand down by the lake. With all the meat hanging out next to the cabin, everyone was amazed he had not eaten his fill and destroyed what he did not eat.
|This is how the meat was hung next to the lodge. We were all amazed the bear did not tear into the tender morsels.|
Again, safety was the rule of thumb. I was grateful the camp manager gave us specific warnings and instructions if we saw the bear during the evening. His instructions were to yell like it was the end of the world and holler, ” Bear!” numerous times. The guides and the manager would take care of the problem. Most likely he would be scared off, but then again it was a grizzly.
At about 150 yards, we stopped. There were two within an easy gun range. The guide had me set up, but just before the shot was taken, a smaller animal walked right in between me and the bigger of the two animals. I had to wait. I was concerned the better animal would walk off, but he stayed right in the general area where a shot could be taken. Slowly the smaller animal wandered off to my right and the bigger animal was totally exposed. With the cross hairs on the sweet spot, a round was sent. He dropped like a sack of bricks.
The time was 10 AM on the third day, and I was limited out with two Caribou. Neither one was trophy, but they were acceptable. I am a meat hunter and not really interested in a trophy animal which would be old and not as tender as a youngster. The best part of this shot was the animal was dropped not more than 20 yards from the lake’s edge. The guide and my hunting partner went to get the boat and after the caribou was deboned, it was a short walk to the boat.
I had the choice of staying with my guide and my companion hunter, but decided to fold my tent for the day. My fellow hunter was after a trophy animal, and my needs were easily filled with meat and a great experience. I did not want to be in their way as they spotted and stalked for a trophy.