BuzzH
Well-known member
Just relaxing in Whitehorse after being in the bush for the past 14 days. Mountain Caribou in Canada has been something I have been dreaming about for about as long as I can remember. I first read about them in an outdoor life magazine at my Grandfather's house what seems like a lifetime ago.
Got the opportunity last fall to realize a life long daydream thanks to a good friend of mine.
So, after getting to Whitehorse I hopped onto a 206 and flew into camp.
Flight in was amazing.
View from the main camp was pretty tough to take.
Had a chance to chat with the hunters flying out the next day as well as talk to the guides in camp. All of them were good guys but one guide/wrangler duo in particular I just seemed to have much more in common with. They talked a lot less about killing and more about the health of the wildlife, age structures, which animals were best to kill, and so on. We also talked about the experience and adventure being the reason to be there, if it all worked out, taking the right animal would be the icing.
At this point I was hoping I would get to hunt with Sam and Stephen. Fortunately for me that is exactly how it shook out.
So, Sam decided we would hunt an area about 14 miles from the main camp at another remote cabin. We loaded our stuff on 3 pack horses and Sam, Stephen and I took off. If you're looking for riding groomed government trails on horseback, this isn't a hunt for you. Its "willow whacking" often times 10 foot willows, on horseback. We climbed maybe 1500 feet in elevation and got above tree line. We saw some caribou on the ride in including a few younger bulls. The amount of country is staggering with relatively low density wildlife numbers. I expected that and was actually a bit surprised we ended up seeing more game than I anticipated.
Some more country.
A few hours before dark we reached the cabin and got settled in. Got the horse's unpacked, hobbled, fetched water, and settled in for the night.
Got the opportunity last fall to realize a life long daydream thanks to a good friend of mine.
So, after getting to Whitehorse I hopped onto a 206 and flew into camp.
Flight in was amazing.
View from the main camp was pretty tough to take.
Had a chance to chat with the hunters flying out the next day as well as talk to the guides in camp. All of them were good guys but one guide/wrangler duo in particular I just seemed to have much more in common with. They talked a lot less about killing and more about the health of the wildlife, age structures, which animals were best to kill, and so on. We also talked about the experience and adventure being the reason to be there, if it all worked out, taking the right animal would be the icing.
At this point I was hoping I would get to hunt with Sam and Stephen. Fortunately for me that is exactly how it shook out.
So, Sam decided we would hunt an area about 14 miles from the main camp at another remote cabin. We loaded our stuff on 3 pack horses and Sam, Stephen and I took off. If you're looking for riding groomed government trails on horseback, this isn't a hunt for you. Its "willow whacking" often times 10 foot willows, on horseback. We climbed maybe 1500 feet in elevation and got above tree line. We saw some caribou on the ride in including a few younger bulls. The amount of country is staggering with relatively low density wildlife numbers. I expected that and was actually a bit surprised we ended up seeing more game than I anticipated.
Some more country.
A few hours before dark we reached the cabin and got settled in. Got the horse's unpacked, hobbled, fetched water, and settled in for the night.
