After two days of reindeerless hunting, we climbed to the highest peak and called Flores for a floatplane pickup the following morning. Hiking back to camp, Aaron spotted what he thought was a drop-tined buck tucked back in brush. It was hard to confirm the sighting, and Ryan and I doubted Aaron’s field skills. After all, Aaron didn’t even have a rifle. He was along primarily as our photographer and videographer. Still, field traditions abide, even deep in the bush, and whoever first spots an animal gets first dibs on it. I handed over my .300 Short Mag.