Took Bob down to harvest our subsistance caribou by Tangle Lakes. After an hour of glassing, we were able to spot a group of 17 animals thanks to Jake's eagle eyes. They were about a mile away, and we had several ponds around the Tangle Lakes area to navigate around with the snow machines. Upon finding a good place to set up, we spotted them about 300 yards off. They decided to cut at an angle in front of us, and we waited. We had 4 tags to fill. I put a cow down on the lake, then went to the job of taking two more. A small bull presented himself broadside, standing still at about 250 yards. I asked Bob if he was comfortable with the shot, and he said he was. We set him up with a good rest. We knew the .243 he was using was right on at that distance. He squeezed the trigger, and the bull jumped up on it's hind legs, and fell to the ground dead. Upon inspection, his shot went into the brisket area, and there was a nice bruise on his heart. I rounded up the other caribou and we tossed them all in the sled and headed home to mile 68. Bob was so excited about it, he's still beaming about his caribou, and his spectacular shot. Not bad for a 7 year old! All of his shooting practice has paid off, and I admit he made the best shot out of all my shots on the other animals. He's pretty proud sitting at the dinner table knowing he brought home the meat!