The great Caribou tale

My brother Luke has been stationed in Alaska for quite some time, and being the outdoorsman he is, has loved it. He did have a multi-month "vacation" in the desert sandwiched between his Alaskan adventures, and how he is deservedly taking every advantage of the wilderness as he finishes up his Army career. He's had experiences with bear, wolves, fish, deer, and I don't know what else. This time, he was after a caribou:He shot it with a bow and arrow from 55 yards away in a snowstorm on the tundra. It took one shot. He says he wore white outer garments for concealment and used the cover of the snowstorm to sneak up on the herd.



Hunting on the tundra is quite different from hunting in the forest. From what I've been told, you have to be 5-miles off the highway to shoot anything. So after walking for 5-miles (no vehicles allowed--they'll bog down in the permafrost), you shoot whatever, then have to CARRY it out 5 miles. That means in pieces. From his stories, it's tough to even walk on permafrost--it's like walking 5 miles on a giant sponge, and then you have to carry or drag a few hundred pounds back...sometimes making more than one trip. That's hard-core stuff. And, sounds just like my brother.



Congrats Luke! Can't wait to try caribou in June!