Nick Muche
WKR
I've had a fantastic time hunting Caribou this year in Alaska. We started in mid July and I think I just finished my last hunt of the season this past weekend. In all, I was able to hunt three distinct caribou herds and experienced hunting resident herds with few sightings, full on migration and lastly two rut hunts that were the most incredible days bow hunting I've had in awhile.
Our first hunt was in July. A quick weekend trip with my friend that took us around 1400 miles round trip. On this hunt, we spotted a lone bull far off and decided to make a play since sightings were sparse. On our hike to him we came to a little ridge next to a creek and as I looked down towards my boot I noticed I had stepped right on a hornets nest.... not wanting to get bit, I moved forward quickly and when I looked up I was greeted by 3 bulls staring right at me, 30 yards below. We had not seen these when we started but I calmly knelt down and they kind of walked off, not spooked. So we made a big loop to get ahead of them and about 2 hours later I was nestled behind a root ball in the middle of the dry river bed, 180 yards from the three bulls. After 2 more hours of sitting there, waiting for them to make a move, the finally got up. Once on their feet, they sprinted the other direction, making them about 500 yards away. About the time I lost hope, they turned right around and ran back to exactly where I was set up, and this bull gave me a 25 yard shot.
Here he is as he lay. Not a big bull, but a mid July caribou that was easily the best tasting caribou I've ever eaten.
Our first hunt was in July. A quick weekend trip with my friend that took us around 1400 miles round trip. On this hunt, we spotted a lone bull far off and decided to make a play since sightings were sparse. On our hike to him we came to a little ridge next to a creek and as I looked down towards my boot I noticed I had stepped right on a hornets nest.... not wanting to get bit, I moved forward quickly and when I looked up I was greeted by 3 bulls staring right at me, 30 yards below. We had not seen these when we started but I calmly knelt down and they kind of walked off, not spooked. So we made a big loop to get ahead of them and about 2 hours later I was nestled behind a root ball in the middle of the dry river bed, 180 yards from the three bulls. After 2 more hours of sitting there, waiting for them to make a move, the finally got up. Once on their feet, they sprinted the other direction, making them about 500 yards away. About the time I lost hope, they turned right around and ran back to exactly where I was set up, and this bull gave me a 25 yard shot.
Here he is as he lay. Not a big bull, but a mid July caribou that was easily the best tasting caribou I've ever eaten.