I grew up in Alaska, my 1st deer was a caribou , 1982 I was 13
it happened so fast , I was alone, dad was taking a nap in the tent , it was like mid day I went to go exploring around camp and dad told me to take my rifle I don’t know how long I was gone but there was some kind of a hole that was full of water I came across and I just remember standing there staring down into it and then I look up and there’s this Caribou like 30 or 40 yards away that just appeared out of no where and he was just staring at me I was probably the first person it had ever seen in its life, I dropped to one knee and shot it, next thing I know you see dad‘s head popping up over the bushes looking left looking right trying to figure out where I was and he makes it over to me and he was kicking himself because he didn’t get to see me kill my first big game animal and I don’t think he really thought that I was going to shoot one.
So he sends me back to camp to get some stuff while he starts messing with the animal and I remember running back to camp and when I’m almost to camp over the ridge just 50 yds or so in front of camp on the rise above our tent walks the biggest freaking Caribou with the sun behind it and you see this giant shadow of this lone bull on the hillside looking at us with this massive rack and he just stands there and I’m yelling back at dad look at that thing and he just stood there staring at me and it just walked off that was my first Caribou hunt.
I don’t even remember if that was a male or female Caribou we don’t have the rack anymore and little did I know you’re not supposed to shoot the first thing you see on a hunt like that , dad was asleep I blame him
, I did get a decent size Caribou when I was 16 which hangs in my house today and little did I know then that would be the last one I ever got because we left Alaska a year later and I’ve never been back except once for a vacation
Lets also post some funny pics if you got them
