A lot of folks say when you get nearly shot you should call it a near-miss, I prefer to use proper English and say near-hit, a near-miss lands one in the hospital or morgue. Anyway, started hunting, and I use that word loosely, the elusive caribou off the Denali Highway on the Swede Lake trail promptly Thursday morning at the butt-crack of dawn. Ran into quite a few characters, a few right out of Deliverance, but persevered on. Actually did some stalking on some small bulls and cows for a day and a half. Decided to bag it around 1500 Friday in anticipation of the circus to come that weekend. Forgot to bring my orange cammo and Kevlar, bad decision.On the way back some small bulls cross the trail and I wait for them to get about 100 yards away and off from the trail. The .375 man-portable, crew- served, arm cannon does the rest. As I stand over my "meat-bull" with the abbreviated rack, I hear a loud whizz/thack behind me. Then another whizz. I look back at the trail and people are screaming at me, pointing to the ground, I completely misinterpret this and think I have shot 2 caribou with a deflection. Finally another couple of shots which seem to go right over me and I finally get it, and hit the ground. In my bid to make like a pancake I look up and notice a small bull stumbling away from me about 10 feet away. The shooting dies down and several minutes I see man in his late 60's approach my position, rifle well in hand. At this point old Dan'l Boone says something to the effect of "Don't worry I'm a good shot and wouldn't hit you". At this point I would normally retort with some smart-ass comment, or perhaps a little ironic witticism, but he still was armed and I was not. I pointed in the direction that his wounded caribou had gone in, and wished him well. He trudged back about 10 minutes later, and of course, no caribou. He asks if he can help, and I say no, you have done enough. As I clean up I go over and see blood spots in an almost straight line going over my kill and back to the road. I'm done with this, whatever it is, cause it ain't no hunt.