My husband caught four caribou yesterday, incredible luck. He has been driving around in the wilderness on his time off for at least a week before he found the small herd. He drove back in the dark with no headlight on the snowmachine. His younger sister Kayla helped skin and quarter the caribou in the dark while it was snowing. They had to be at least skinned before they got too cold. I would have helped but I have been fighting a sinus infection (tis the season!) and so instead I cheered them on as best as I could...from the warmth of the house. Our meat will be stored outside in winter bins, protected from weasels, ravens, foxes and loose dogs. Most will go to elders and people who need it. We kept all of the hides and will dry them in the deep winter for new bedding for camping next year. Nothing goes to waste: the dogs were ecstatic because they knew they would get all of the parts that we would not be eating. These pics are a bit bloody, but I thought they were neat.
|Kayla working on meat.|
|Our post office at night.|