Well, this is another write-up by a dad who is proud of his kid. The youngster didn’t bring down a trophy bull caribou, but it was his first game larger than a hare, so we are both rather proud.
To begin with, I had my 10 year-old Johnny out on the range many times this summer, starting with my .223 Savage, and working his way up to a .270. By August he felt ready to take his first big game, and I agreed.
We (self, young son, middle son, and son-in-law) traveled up to the Denali Highway last Saturday and set up camp overlooking the Nenana River valley. It was the first time any of us had ever been there, even though I have lived up here since ‘64, and my boys were born here. We could see caribou down on the flats, but waited for more accessible animals. Attachment 52774We did some planning that night to see where we could camp and glass. We moved the next day to about M.70 and again glassed below us. we saw plenty of animals there also, but by the time we got down to where we had seen one, it was gone. I went up to see Claude and Jennifer at Alpine Lodge, and he suggested we go up the mountain behind the lodge to intercept caribou coming around from behind, so we did that next day but the caribou wouldn’t cooperate.