Whew......had to dig down through 17 years of history to find these, but glad I did, like you said eel, it was a great trip back thought the memory archives, took me back to a good place in time.
These are pretty grainy pictures but they are beautiful to me.
Pictures are from two trips, 2000 and 2001.
The wolves chased a small herd of bulls our way, this was the biggest of the group.
After removing the velvet......and waiting for the float plane to arrive on September 11, 2001......which never came. It was three more days of anxious waiting before they showed up to haul us in.
My son mounted him for me, he now hangs in small corner basement.
Our trip in 2000 was a tough one, caribou didn't migrate through the camp, for the first time in 16 consecutive years. Took a ton of effort to find these bulls. It was the beginning of the end for Central Barren Ground Caribou in the Northwest Territories. They told us you couldn't out run caribou, but after a 6 mile foot race, my 17 year old son killed his bull.
My son's 2000 bull, mounted by a Canadian taxidermist. (I think my son does better work but I could be just a little opinionated. ;-)
The Canadian tundra, the first week of September. If you look closely there are three caribou bulls in this picture, one dead, two further out in the image. The entire tundra was a brilliant wash of color and while the hunting was intense, the scenery was breathtaking.
I'm so cheap.....I never travel long distances without leveraging as many different experiences as I can, out of the area I'm traveling too. In 2000, before our caribou hunt started, we parleyed a fishing trip for northern pike a few mile outside of Yellowknife, on Great Slave Lake. I couldn't find any good pictures to share. In 2001 we paid a little extra and flew another 200 miles out to the extreme eastern end of Great Slave Lake, near where the Lockhart River enters the lake, to a small, self guided fishing lodge, they provided us 16'boats and we fished for lake trout. In four days, two of us landed over 50 lakers, all between 18 and 30 pounds. It was four days of perfect conditions and I don't think it could be duplicated with all the time and money in the world.
Sorry it took a while to muck these old photos out of my wife secret cache of boxes and family treasures, I hope they motivate someone to do whatever it takes to get out there and fulfill some of their outdoor hunting and fishing dreams.
Wishing everyone a happy and prosperous New Year.
DC