buffybr
Lil-Rokslider
I went on my first Caribou hunt in 1980. One of my friends had hunted in Alaska the previous year and had shot a beautiful B&C bull. He was putting together a hunt, and at the last minute, one of the guys couldn't go, and they invited me.
Back then you didn't need to show an ID to fly, and I flew as the guy that dropped out. We drove to Seattle from our home in Montana, then flew commercial to Anchorage, then to King Salmon, then a float plane dropped us off at a small lake somewhere out on the tundra.
The next morning while we were fixing breakfast, we spotted 2 bulls walking around the end of the lake. The guy that organized the trip and I were the only ones that had put on out hip boots, so the two of us went after those bulls. He shot first and dropped the smaller bull, then I shot and got the other one.
By the end of the week we all had a bull. We got waxed salmon boxes in King Salmon and were able to bring all of the meat and antlers home with us on the plane. I used my .30 Gibbs with a 180 gr Nosler Partition for my bull.
Back then you didn't need to show an ID to fly, and I flew as the guy that dropped out. We drove to Seattle from our home in Montana, then flew commercial to Anchorage, then to King Salmon, then a float plane dropped us off at a small lake somewhere out on the tundra.
The next morning while we were fixing breakfast, we spotted 2 bulls walking around the end of the lake. The guy that organized the trip and I were the only ones that had put on out hip boots, so the two of us went after those bulls. He shot first and dropped the smaller bull, then I shot and got the other one.
By the end of the week we all had a bull. We got waxed salmon boxes in King Salmon and were able to bring all of the meat and antlers home with us on the plane. I used my .30 Gibbs with a 180 gr Nosler Partition for my bull.