Part 2: Dropped by helicopter onto the remote tundra, this hunt quickly turned into something unforgettable.
Stan flew us into a spike camp deep in caribou country while Ashley stayed back at base hunting wolves and wolverines. Endless glassing. Miles of tundra. Bulls scattered three and four miles out. And then — movement.
Caribou began working our direction.
After a brutal “death march” across bobblehead tundra we spotted him. A massive, old bull standing out in a group of nineteen — wide, heavy, and crowned with a bright white mane flowing in the wind.
We named him Gandalf.
127 yards.
One beautiful bull on the ground.
This old warrior carried ground-down teeth, massive bez tines, and incredible character — the kind of animal that represents everything wild about the Arctic tundra. The scenery alone is hard to describe. Half the time you’re glassing. The other half you’re just in awe.
Now the work begins — honoring the animal, packing meat, and maybe chasing one even bigger.
Backstraps on the fire tonight.
This is what remote Alaska caribou hunting is all about. Stay tuned for the final chapter of this incredible Northwest Territories adventure.