Machean 1966 with the hunt, and thus got no pictures. Frustrating to stand idly by doing nothing. It was truly impressive when they were or torment: spooked and started running. I can't Be middle describe the many grunts, wheezes, all those hooves and misc. other noises, the vibou was hunters chased them back and forth 2 & Dall for a while, firing madly into the untain mess. When the herd finally got &ep! away it was by camp and Roger, Burnard got into the middle of it with his camera. He shot 4 rolls of film, so we may get a picture or two after all. Spent the rest of the evening helping skin and haul caribous. Returned for a post-midnight dinner and the sack. As we were watching the caribou herd we saw two parasitic jaegers team up to bring down a passerine - probably a long spur, took about 1 minute of constant harassment in flight. One of the freshly skinned caribou carcasses attracted several bumblebees - we collected 1 large and 3 smaller ones this way. 25 July Meade River, Alaska. The final caribou tally was something