When some people think of a caribou hunter, it is not the image of a 58-year-old grandmother that comes to mind, but Joyce Snow, of Clam Gulch, has been surprising people with preconceived hunting notions for a long time.
&ldquo;I didn&rsquo;t get into hunting until my husband asked me to join him on his annual hunt with his brothers around Grand Rapids, Minn., back in about 1974. Being the only female in the party at that time, I was not well-received by all of the hunters in the group. Some didn&rsquo;t believe I&rsquo;d make it through the first day. But, after a weekend of trudging through prickly brush and falling sleet and snow, I earned their respect. I kept up and worked the drive like everyone else, with no complaints and five months pregnant to boot,&rdquo; she said.