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Bringing in the meat cart. My caribou was shot about 1/5 mile uphill from the road/trail, and our backpacks were back at the car, so I decided to bring my bike up across the tundra and use it to wheel the meat back to the road in one heavy, frustrating load.

First two quarters bagged up. I normally cut off the basically meatless lower parts of the legs before bagging up the meat, but in this case I kept them for carrying convenience -- an extremely good decision in retrospect.

Sunset

Riding out

Pretty setting. I've suffered some miserable weather in pursuit of big game, but I always seem to actually succeed when the weather's fantastic.

Jason's 2013 Caribou. (Gross caption warning! read no further if easily disgusted!) The goo coming out the nose and mouth was a result of a very unusual bullet hit that scrambled the trachea/esophagus and left stomach contents oozing out the respiratory tract. The same shot clipped the top of the heart for an instant kill. This animal was not traditionally "gut-shot" at all, though, and I was able to keep all the meat untainted.

Retrieving the last load of meat. Multiple groups of hunters had seen a pack of at least three wolves in this area the previous day, and a few days earlier. So I was a little bit nervous about leaving part of the meat overnight, and relieved when we found it untouched. It may have helped that a group of hunters had camped on the road not far away.