By By Eric Adelson

Wednesday, February 5, 2003

A caribou stands apart from its herd on the treeless, endless white permafrost just south of the Arctic Circle. A boy, bundled in sheepskin, watches from a distance. Jordin Tootoo quickly and silently squares to the animal and lifts his shotgun. He squints into the bleary sunlight and the subzero winds. He shoots & The animal sidesteps, tips, collapses. Tootoo rushes to it, the snow crunching loudly beneath him. He kneels beside his prey, scanning it, breathing heavily. He reaches into his coa ...

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