The wind was calm, simply because we took a Honda and drove way the Heck back to public land and saw NO Caribou. We joined a couple fellows who were headed that same way, and got a first hand show as one of 'em shot a Sweet Brown Bear.
Help'd him track 'em through the brush and bumped into em at the rivers edge, about 10 feet away , and thankfully it bailed into the creek rather than charge me. Called the fellow over and he finished what he started
Skinned and beheaded so the skin a nd skull can be tagged.
Then we saw two more HUGE Brownies up the way and just watched them.
We carried on up the trail to some ridge tops where it began to snow drizzle and fog.....and saw nothing.
Plenty of Giant Moose around, and in the final light of the day, about 1/2 hour from home we saw a NICE Bull about a mile away , atop a ridge , eating his supper......We just said our Good noights and left as the light faded, and we came home to Caribou in the yard.....that Agnes shot about 5 miles out from town, mid afternoon ...died of VKT Mosinitus
