Caribou Meat
By Valerie Mackeinzo, Grade 5, Deline

One day when it was winter, my cousins, grandma and grandpa, and I went to the bush with a truck. My grandpa used my cousin’s skidoo. When we got there, we started unpacking and cleaning up, and doing dishes.

When we were finished, I went with my cousins went for a skidoo ride while my grandpa was getting some caribou. He got some rabbits too. Then some trucks were coming by on the winter road.

Then my grandpa shot a big caribou and a small one. Then my grandma cooked some caribou for us. My grandma and grandpa taught us to cut some caribou, and we started cutting a lot of big caribou.

We stayed there for one week. When we got back to Deline, I told my mom that I was cutting caribou, and my mom was very proud of me. I told my friends and aunties and uncles, and they were happy too. Then they took a picture of me.

Fresh Caribou and Tea
By Vanessa Neyelle, Grade 5

The last time I went hunting with my grandpa Charlie Neyelle was around November 14. We were riding around looking for caribou for about an hour. Then we saw a caribou and my grandpa shot it. We tied the antlers to the skidoo. Then my grandpa cut the caribou up. We took the ribs and put it on a stick. My grandpa made a fire, and we boiled tea and cooked ribs and drank tea.

After we packed up, I turned on the skidoo. Then we put all the caribou in the sled. We were gone for five hours. My grandpa and I brought Gina some bush tea, and she loved it.

Caribou Hunt
By Kristie Ann Modeste, Grade 4, Deline

One day there was a boy named Bobby. He was going hunting, and saw a caribou. He took his gun, and he shot it. He was cooking it, and he kept some for the next day. Then a caribou came to his cabin, and that caribou went inside his house. It was the caribou’s son. Bobby must have shot the mom caribou.