Barren Ground Caribou Hunt By Shawn Carlock

soren · #8 10-21-2008, 09:51 PM

Thanks for the story about your trip. How does caribou taste?

Shawn Carlock · #9 10-22-2008, 07:16 AM

It is better than deer but not as good as elk.

Inukshuk · #10 10-22-2008, 07:51 AM

All I can say is after eating Caribou for 18 years I can't stand beef or pork. Nothing beats wild game.

Alan Griffith · #11 10-26-2008, 12:21 PM

Shawn,

Great read! What did you think of Nome? I flew in 6 Sept, out to camp north of Teller, 7 Sept. Then came back in the 16th and onto Anchorage the 17th. First we stayed at the Aurora Inn, very nice. We came out a day late and they were booked and had to stay at the Polaris. HORRIBLE! Above the Polaris bar, loud, smelly, smoky, etc. You must have been futher East or NE of Nome as we only saw one Caribou on our trip. LOTS of big moose of where in I shot a 62" @ 15 yds with my Ruger Blackhawk in 45 LC. My best friend shot a VERY nice 8-1/2' Grizzly with his Borden Magnum in 300 WSM.

The colors, Ptarmigan, scenery, fishing, wildlife, all were absolutely fantastic!

Alan

Shawn Carlock · #12 10-26-2008, 02:50 PM

Alan,

We were almost straight north of Nome. We did not see a single bull moose ro bear where we were. The colors the fishing it was all really cool.

ForneyRider · #13 05-24-2010, 04:50 PM

Hunting caribou in t-shirt? I am jealous! When my dad and I took our Iliamna hunt, it was -35F!

Nabob77 · #14 01-24-2011, 04:16 PM

Congradulations, It looks like you guys had a good hunt... I've also hunted barren land caribou in the Northwest territories in -30 C daytime temps, and camped at -39 C night time temperatures. I would have preferred the warmer time of year to hunt but I was offered an opportunity which I couldn't pass up.

It was a community harvest with the Dene people and one which I will remember for the rest of my life. I was at the far end of the Lake and bent over doing some skinning, and suddenly I heard a sound. When I turned around there was a group of more then 50 caribou travelling across the frozen lake through deep snow. It was quiet, with no wind and the texture of the snow was like grains of sugar. And near dusk, one could hear the sound of the snow being pushed away from their hoofs, and see the siloquettes of their graceful forms travelling in unison...

Night fall was approaching quickly, and the temps were dropping. But as I shivered, I saw something that very few people have ever seen. A memory of another good hunt.