Seventeen years ago I had swore off Quebec-Lab caribou. Not because of the hunting, or hit-or-miss nature that is caribou hunting, but because I had never seen such chaos - logistically. But it was comments (on the Bowsite.com Caribou forum) which changed my mind and prompted me to contact Richard Hume of Jack Hume Adventures (JHA). There was so much positive discussion about JHA that I felt perhaps it was time to give Q/L caribou another try.

Day 1 started with our flight out on an Otter floatplane. Our destination was a lake called 'Wayne's Lake'. On this lake was one of JHA's Outpost Camps - which consisted of a meat building, a small guide cabin, and the sleeping/eating cabin. It was here we'd spend most of our time. There were six hunters in camp:

Doug Fettig (NJ) - Rifle
James Fettig (NY) - Rifle
Chris Fettig (CA)- Rifle/Bow
Todd Williams (TN) - Rifle
Bill Gaunt (CT) - Bow
Pat Lefemine (CT) - Bow

As with any camp, the dynamics between the hunters can be positive or negative. My '87 trip was an example of how personalities can clash and turn a hunt sour: a fellow in that group kept waking up another hunter in an attempt to get him to stop snoring. They darn near came to blows at 3:00 AM.

So it's only natural that this time around I was concerned - I'm sure they were too. But after spending the morning with this great group of guys - there was no doubt we'd get along just fine. These were well-educated family men with a great sense of humor. We liked them immediately.

After waving goodbye to the pilot and meeting Jimmy (one of JHA's guides) we organized our gear and headed out in pairs to three different areas of Wayne's Lake. Bill and I were last to leave but before long were on the water and heading to the East end of the lake.

On the way out Jimmy pointed and said "bulls." We motored 50 yards from 3 swimming caribou, including one real nice bull with double shovels and good backpoints. We continued on until we were at the end of the lake. It was a long, narrow finger which formed the perfect caribou crossing. A series of converging trails was where we decided to look for an ambush spot. While checking trails, I caught a glimpse of a bull moving above us. Things were looking good already.

Jimmy headed back while Bill and I scouted for the perfect spot. We thought we found it and set up for the shot and the video. But the action was light. We saw a few cows and calves but no bulls. As the afternoon progressed, we moved a little further into the woods. Before long we caught a glimpse of a 'shooter' bull walking toward us. Bill and I got in position. As the tell-tale 'click' of the bull's hooves got louder, Bill and I readied for the shot. But the bull switched trails and moved out of sight. We saw a few more caribou swimming the lake but no more 'shooter' bulls.

This was expected. Richard told us back in Schefferville that the first couple days would likely be slow. They were tracking the herd which should be building in this area and moving southeast - toward our camp. Tomorrow should be better.