ALLAN MANN STORY
2006 Remote Hunt
Well, I've been back home for about 10 days and
I'm finally getting caught up and settled back
in the groove. I spent the first 4 or 5 days day-dreaming
about my hunt, spending time with my Dad, being
so fortunate to find those 2 beautiful bulls in
a stalkable position on the last day… It was
tough to concentrate on any work.
I want to thank you again for such a great trip.
On Friday night, September 1st, the day we arrived
in Montreal, my Dad and I met the VNQ bus behind
the Airport Holiday Inn when a group of hunters
came in. We watched and talked to them as they
unloaded all the antlers and heard about all the
caribou they saw. We knew we were going to have
a great week! I don't know what happened to the
migration, but I know everything worked out well
for us. I couldn't believe all the evidence we
saw around the Merville North camp that huge numbers
of caribou had been there in the last few weeks.
All the beaches and bogs were almost literally
covered with caribou tracks! I was surprised how
well Dwayne, our guide, knew his way around as
this was his first year at Merville North. But
where were the caribou?? The first 3 days we only
saw a couple, I knew there had to be some around.
I spent the best part of a couple of days "on
stand" with my bow in likely looking spots.
Dwayne did a great job of finding caribou for
my Dad to shoot. I think we only saw about a dozen
caribou, and only one decent bull - just a flash
of him when we were walking in the timber. I was
sick with flu symptoms on Thursday and spent most
of the day in bed. Come Friday, I hadn't really
given up, but I sure didn't think I was going
to see any decent bulls, let alone a bull in a
spot where I could put the sneak on.
On Friday morning, September 8, Dwayne spotted
those 2 bulls from the boat. Dwayne kept the boat
going straight until we were out of sight behind
point and then he pulled in and told me to "go
get 'em". I jogged through the timber, hoping
to get to the edge of the bay before the caribou
got to the timber. They were 120 yards away, still
standing in the spot where we first saw them.
Then they turned and walked the other way, only
walking a little and standing still most of the
time, looking out over the water. There was no
cover between us. They kept walking away slowly
when it dawned on me that I might that I might
be able to get to the other side of the bay before
they did. A wide bog/marsh was adjacent to the
bay. I went back into the timber and jogged around
the back of the bog, kind of circumnavigating
the bog, maybe about 400yds.from the caribou and
the edge of the bay. I got to the timber on the
other side and stayed in it until I was within
100yds.from the water. If the caribou were still
coming they would come through that space. I used
my binoculars and found them, still coming at
a slow pace. I was able to stay behind some small
scrub spruce and birch and got within 40yds. of
the water. I knelt down, knocked an arrow and
here they came. The first one was broadside at
30yds! I made a perfect shot, a complete pass
through right above the heart, he wheeled toward
the water, ran about 30yds. into the water and
went down for keeps. The bigger bull ran out in
the water with the first, having no idea what
had just happened. I snuck up closer, staying
out of sight, he turned to go back toward the
shore and I tried to shoot him as he was walking.
He walked a long way during the 40 yd. arrow flight
and the arrow went through him right in front
of the hams. I don't think he knew what happened
then either. He quickened his pace to shore and
climbed up on the bank. Now he was standing broadside
at 40 yds. and I made another perfect shot, another
pass through right above the heart. He ran back
in the water and soon lay still. I couldn't believe
it! What a thrill!
I walked back towards the timber going out to
the point and met Dad and Dwayne as they walked
out of the timber. Imagine how much fun it was
telling them I got 'em both.
Wayne, I am so glad you made arrangements to
set us up in that camp at Merville North. That
ended up being the hunt of a lifetime. I'm sorry
we didn't get more time to fish…. next time…
There were a lot of hunters at the airport Sunday
night that didn't shoot a caribou. Unpacking in
Montreal later that night was a totally different
we witnessed the week before. Besides my bulls,
there were only 2 other decent bulls in the whole
group and neither of them were killed with a bow.
Pope & Young minimum for Quebec/Labrador Caribou
is 325. I green scored both of mine. The first
one is about 320 and the second one with the big
tops is about 345.
I can't send this letter without saying something
about Gary Heathman. What a great cook! I thought
I would lose weight on this trip but I didn't.
How could I with the amount of food Gary forced
on us. We loved his cooking and all the effort
he put into it. And we loved his stories!
So thanks for adjusting to the migration and
putting us at Merville North Camp. And thanks
to Dwayne for all his hard work and putting me
in the right spot at the right time.
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