Backtrack 3 weeks ago. I had never been up resurrection trail so I went in on a scouting trip to check the area I wanted to hunt. I wanted to have a good gameplan for getting on the mountain and I was also interested in the possibility of riding my bike in there. The trail looked good, I found a good way up on the mountain, and also spotted a couple caribou. I went to work for 2 weeks and trained pretty hard (not hard enough). Day 1, hit the trailhead in the morning, it was raining with no end in sight. I rode in as far as I could, about 10 miles. Hiked the rest of the way to the base of the mountain, another 2 miles. There was a group of spruce trees I wanted to camp next to, so I busted brush, crossed a creek and fought my way up to the spruce trees. There were a couple hidden valleys that were not visible from the trail, they made things much more challenging. I had camp all set up and it was still raining and the mountain was covered in clouds/fog. I decided get some good rest and hit it in the morning. Day 2, peeked out the tent to find scattered fog, but no rain. I had breakfast and some coffee and glassed the nearby mountain side to see if I might get lucky and catch one nearby, I didn't see anything. I climbed up to the top only to find near whiteout conditions. I walked slowly up to each rise and waited for the fog to clear so I could take a look over the top. I came up to a really good looking spot and watched for quite awhile without seeing anything. I slowly starting making my way across the opening and I looked to my right and seen the tops of some horns sticking up. I dropped to the ground and dropped my pack. The wind was in my favor and I crawled to with 30 yards, I could see the base of the horns now, it was obvious the caribou was laying down. I was worried if I got any closer the caribou would see or hear me. I thought about backing up and trying to come around the side, but then I wouldn't have the wind anymore. I just laid there ready to shoot, hoping it would get up. After what seemed like forever, I grew impatient and decided to make a move. I was ready to shoot, I had my scoped turned all the way down 2.5x, I stood up, took aim as the caribou also stood up, along with his buddy, and sent a shot right through the shoulder blade. The caribou dropped instantly and his buddy milled around for a minute confused about what just happened.
Not a trophy in the record books, but a trophy in my book. In hindsight, I am glad it wasn't one of those monster bou's, I would still be packing. It was rough enough as it was, and I wouldn't have been able to do it like I did without my new Barneys Yukon pack. I humped the whole caribou back to camp and pondered my options. I decided to split my load in two and get everything off the mountain. I got all this done around 9pm. I camped out for the night and slept really well. I woke up at 6:30 and had breakfast while I thought about the pack out. I went ahead and decided to load everything in the pack and see if it would be doable in one trip. I have had some heavy packs before and this was right up there, but I never had to go 12 miles before. I decided to go for it. I made it to my bike and found out that pedaling was going to be near impossible. I did find out that coasting down the declines was doable and it saved me a lot of time. It was rough, but I made it to the truck and I was pretty exhausted. It was a very rewarding solo hunt, but if I ever draw again I think I will try to go in with a partner.