My dad connected with this bull on the last morning of our hunt. It was a tough week, no responses anywhere, not much movement, weather wasn't the greatest...my group logged km afrer km through our whole hunting area before stumbling onto this lovestruck bull. He came charging in to a cow call at 7am and by noon we had him off the mountain and across the lake back at camp. Worked our asses off....my dads first moose on his last moose hunt with us. Couldn't be happier....and it was done with my favorite little .308. Some of the pics are a little blury but in the one of me packing the meat , there is a smile as big as smiles come.
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