I never thought I could ever have a hunt go the way it just did. I hadn't planned on hunting the opener, but with the EO on unit 13 caribou, I figured I should at least give it a half hearted shot. I asked a friend of mine who hasn't hunted or even drove a four wheeler in years. I figure we'll just have fun and maybe get one or something. Long story short, we left Friday night 6:30 pm, set up camp up in the hills around midnight, slept in, saw somebody with one already down, went 300 yards off the trail to get away from the traffic and saw the biggest bull caribou I have ever seen in person. I wouldn't have seen him, but he had a stupid younger bull buddy who was standing right next to him so we could see him. These caribou then held still and let us pull up to 170 yards on a little knoll, take enough tie to setup my rifle on a bipod and everything and I ended up having to whistle to get the big guy to stand up. I've never had a caribou act that way towards me. Anyways, updating from home again, 29 hours after leaving home with my quota completely filled for the season. It's kind of a weird, empty feeling, like it wasn't supposed to go that fast, because it NEVER goes that fast or easy for me. Any suggestions on what to do for the rest of fall? I'll update with pics, when the other guy emails them to me.