The other day I was looking through old photos and came across these from Baffin Island in the Summer of 1992. Back in the day I spent 3 summers doing archaeology on a Smithsonian led expedition in outer Frobisher Bay on Baffin Island. It was a totally remote locality with icebergs in the sea, polar bears, and summer snow. We lived and worked with local Inuit. The Inuit would supplement our food supply hunting seals and caribou. I remember that one summer we ate 14 caribou and that all the bones around camp (for the camp dogs) made it look like a dragon's lair. We also ate a lot of seal - mostly boiled with a package of French onion soup and it would always have chunks of blubber floating on top. To this day I am not wild about seal meat.
Anyway, these photos are from one of my first hunting trips. I'd hunt with Oolitua (not sure of spelling). We never carried a backpack or even lunch for that matter. We'd eat greens that we found (mostly a variety of sorrel) and even dug and ate raw clams once when our boat got stranded by the tide. I remember Oolitua telling me that he often carried clams and sorrel in his pockets to take back to his grandmother.
When we got a caribou we'd eat the meat raw. Mostly the liver (he'd dip the pieces of liver into the warm stomach contents which I tried exactly once), but also backstop, the tips of the soft antlers, and even the back sinew which we would chew like gum. Oolitua taught me how to butcher a caribou, and to this day I use most of the tricks that he taught me. And, most importantly, once I started hunting I never did the 'drag the animal out whole' thing, but rather cut it up in the field just like Oolitua taught me.
After butchering the caribou Oolitua would make a backpack out of the rib cage and stuff all the meat inside - a nifty trick that I regret I failed to document. I was more squeamish about blood on my clothing and would wear a raincoat (one my mom lent me for the summer) to keep the blood off. As you can see, for my load we tied 2 of the legs together and draped them around my neck along with the backstraps. Then we would hike a long ways - no ski poles, no fancy backpacks, and no game bags! And check out the boots I'm wearing. I do remember my neck aching after the pack out.
Patrick