Not A Good Report! Got back last night from the Taylor Highway. The herds have not reached the area we were hunting in. There was a few early animals in the area but not the numbers we were hoping for. The night before the season opened (Wednesday night) we had a decent size bull walk right through our camp. Thursday morning the camp right above us shot three crossing the mountain. Thursday evening I spotted a lone animal coming down the mountain toward us, about a mile away. We just sat tight and waited and watched. Eventually when he got closer we got into position. Norm and I had a young GI from the Air Force Base with us, so we decided he could take the first animal. We got into cover and watched the Caribou come toward us. This is the advantage of camping right in the middle of their migration route. About 80 yards out the animal stopped and looked at the tents flapping in the breeze. At that point the young airman shot. We had told him to hold low due to elevation, we were up on top of a big mound of rock and dirt. He held on the animals elbow and made the shot. The Caribou dropped instantly, spine shot. Those were the only Caribou seen Thursday. Firday morning I got up at 3:am to watch the gut pile. Nothing came to it. Friday morning dawened with no animals in sight. About noon it started to rain, we decided to come home. The temp was too warm, and we would lose thye meat if we did not get it taken care of. It's a good thing we did too, I hate camping in the rain and the weather man is predicting rain for the next five days. As we came through Tok we got a pilot report from a local pilot, he told us the front of the main herd was still 25 to 30 miles out.
