Caribou. You should have taken a photograph of them. I'd rather have a photo than that head hanging on the wall anyhow.
I went and found a photo of one. Beautiful, huh?
Caribou are really not afraid of man, Aqua, most never having seen one.
It was common when the guys hunted to see herds of 10,000 on the move, and if some were downed for meat (and a lot of the servicemen hunted FOR meat - by law you cannot kill them without taking them with you) the others would mill around and look over their shoulder:
"Whatcha doin' Mister? Huh??"
One funny story was when a fellow with an orange jacket was hunting with other men and somehow ended up in the middle of a giant circle of caribou.
Someone on the perimeter got nervous and fired, so all the men did, wanting to down one before they fled.
When the shots ceased, the man with the orange jacket in the center stood up, miraculously having survived the barrage, and yelled, pointing to a dead one at his feet:
"I'm claiming this one at my feet, and none of you SOB's had better challenge the fact I must have shot it!!"
Of course, no one did!