I have some time, as I watch the little ones, so I found some pix.
This story takes place at a tidal flat called "Pingoo", near the Kougruk River, along side the Kotzebue Sound.
We were trying to ride the high tide into the mouth so we could get at Ducks and such, and Caribou are often beach combing here, so I had an eye and a rifle for them along.
As we went into th emouth of the stream, we up and launched ourselfs on the sandbar in the mouth.
I couldnt get the motor to flip up, so I could push us over to deep water, and was relating a story to the wife about how that had happpend the Spring before. While tussling with the Motors lift then, two Swan's flew straight at me, and it was as easy as picking up my shotgun and shooting twice, with one Swan landing IN the boat, and the other on the mouths Sand spit, an easy retrive, both dead on landing...LOL!
Just as I was done saying that the wife says "Shhhhhhhhh, Caribou" and pointed at the tips of antlers tha were raising over the beach ridge.
Just as easy as the last time, standing next to the boat, I reached down and picked up my rifle, and waited for the animal to walk to the beach, and when he got on the sand, he turned a nice 50 yard broadside, and I put one in back of his jaw. This blew out his arteries, so he just spewed torrents of blood around and stopped , for a moment, then he lerched tward the water stopped there for a second and then a couple steps right keeled over ath the waters edge...al this in about 2 seconds. I figure with the blood to his brain being drained dry, he was just going through his last kicks.
Still, it took us a few more minutes untill we were off the sandbar and over to him, but he was indeed, a very nice catch.
A nice hide for the wife, and good fat meat to eat.
We spent the rest of the afternoon beach combing and picking Beach Greens to cook up. Leaving was easy as well, the low tide showed the sand bar....LOL!