"I have no idea even how to score mountain caribou", I said. Harold told me the bull grossed 416-inches! Wow, I was amazed, on my very first mountain caribou hunt, I'd harvested one of the biggest archery bulls of all time! That evening we glassed 21 Caribou bulls on the very hillside where I had spotted my bull on day one. The next day was going to be fun. We woke the next morning to a heavy rain and thick fog. We made the hike up the mountain but couldn't see anything, not wanting to risk spooking the bulls we retreated. Tom and Harold made a trip up the mountain later in the evening but nothing came of the hunt, we were done. The next morning the plane from North Wright Air Services showed up and hauled us back to Norman Wells. An amazing trip had come to an end.