Damon Bungard tells the story of an Alaskan caribou hunt with his father. "We flew from down here to Anchorage, rented a car, drove 20 hours +400 miles of dirt up into the Brooks range then we got on super cubs with thunder tires and were flown in and dropped in the Brooks range. Just the two of us, no guide, no nothing. You just fly and you scout. You can't hunt the first day in Alaska so you find the caribou from the air and you see where the herds are moving and then they will drop you down a day out from where they think they're going to be. Caribou are amazing animals. They don't have a home territory or a range in the same sense as most other North American big-game. They are born and essentially walk until they die. They are constantly in a state of migration. They have summer and winter ranges but they vary all the time and they are just wandering, wandering, wandering. They cover about 20 miles a day. The next morning we woke up and started hunting. There were caribou coming through and we shot three bulls. That was on the first day. I proceeded to spend the next two days packing those all back to our camp, getting them hung, I flew up a tarp and pole system so I could get all the game bags up and off the ground so they could cool and protect the meat. I used a little tripod system and the Bush pilot was pretty blown away by that when he landed.