In August of 2006, my dad and I headed to Quebec with Norpaq Adventures to hunt caribou. After landing in camp, we unloaded our gear and immediately headed out to begin our hunt.
We were glassing for 30-45 minutes when I spotted two big bulls about 500 yards away. My dad and I decided to set up on a flat spot behind a big rock and wait for the bulls. We waited for another 45 minutes and the bulls never showed up, so I hurried back up the ridge and started glassing again. I found the bulls bedded between some boulders.
After a long stalk, we got into position to make the shot—and another large bull appeared to the right of the rock. He quickly spotted us, turned, and disappeared back over the ridge. We again focused our attention to the two bedded bulls.
The bedded caribou soon spotted us, and the smaller of the two bulls trotted away. But the larger bull, which sported double shovels, turned to look back before wandering over the ridge. He stood just long enough for me to settle the gun sights behind his shoulder and pull the trigger. After the shot, the bull ran only about 80 yards before collapsing in front of my dad and me.
I was so excited that I sprinted up to the bull. We took a few photos and hauled him back to camp.
That night, the skies were clear and I could see every star in the sky, and the Northern Lights were the most amazing thing I have ever seen. My dad and I had the trip of a lifetime, and one that I’ll never forget.