A few hours later we saw our first herd of caribou, and as the rut was in full swing, there was a dominant bull in attendance, who spent most of his time chasing off the hopeful satellite bulls on the herd edge. This particular bull was actually really nice, with a lot of mass on his antlers, and Jeff made a good shot to claim his first caribou ever. Their capes were snowy white and swollen from the rut, which also unfortunately rendered their normally delicious meat inedible for these few weeks of the rut. I wouldn`t believe it at first; caribou meat is one of my very favorites, but the strong pungent chemical smell from the meat was enough to convince me otherwise, and the carcass was delegated for sled dog chow.
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