We saw a 7ft grizzly, no bull
Since I was in my teens, I have been fascinated by the great Canadian wilderness, the huge swathe of the northern hemisphere that extends from the Rockies to the Arctic. The hope that one day I would be able to hunt that magnificent country remained no more than a dream for decades, but in 2019 the stars aligned and I grabbed with both hands the chance to hunt caribou in the mountains of northern British Columbia.
As wilderness goes, this place is about as good as it gets. There are no towns, villages, roads nor tracks for a couple of hundred miles. Only horse trails and the occasional deserted mining camp. The only way in from the nearest jumping-off point — the tiny Tahltan First Nation settlement of Dease Lake — is by floatplane, so after a flight from Heathrow to Yukon and a 700-mile drive along the Alaska Highway, we pitched up in
