So I set for 3 hours watching caribou cross the river a half mile to the south. Another smaller river tied into the big one, too deep for me to cross and blocking me from where the action was! The guide finally pulls up in the boat and points south and off we go. I saw probably 1000 caribou that day and never had a shot. Well, I did have shots, but not at the particular bulls I wanted to shoot. Imagine having a half dozen 300"+ bulls within 20 yards, but you've got another dozen smaller bulls, cows and calves blocking your shot!?!?!
Finally, on the 3rd day, smaller groups of bulls started passing thru the area. I made a poor shot on a huge bodied bull that I had watched for over 45 min. work his way toward me. I misjudged his pace and/or didn't follow thru and hit him in the hips. As he hit the water, another arrow was on the string and without thinking, I made a good shot. The arrow went into the right hip and passed completely thru the bull's body, sticking 10" out the front of his lower left chest. He was done is seconds. 15 minutes later another group of bulls came thru. Nothing big, but 1 was a chocolate color with a perfect rack....not a big rack, but really cool with double shovels, nice tops and back points. I guess I needed to redeem myself from the first shot on the big bull. This 1 went as planned and he went down in seconds , running less than 30 yards!
Throughout the week, the outfitter moved more hunters into our camp as we killed out. A group from IL came in with 9 bowhunters-4 trad and 5 wheels. Herman and Judy Kovar came in as well and by the last day of our hunt there were 30 bulls killed by bow.
I have been asked to go again, but I doubt that I ever will. I don't see any possible way that I could ever top the 2003 trip. Judy Kovar and her husband Herman both said that they had never experienced a hunt like this before. Rather than go again with too high of expectations and be disappointed, I am just going to savor the memories. Elk this year I am hoping.....