When I was 14 or 15 years old, my father and I went moose hunting in the Clova region of Abitibi.
Our kind of hunting was very simple, we were driving on the small back roads looking carefully from all the sides to locate a moose.
It worked well this method, the year before we had killed our male.
Let's go back to that particular day, my father had been drinking and had decided to let me drive the back roads, i had no permit at the time.
I liked driving the big Olsmobile Delta 98.
My father was asleep at my side with the unloaded 308 Rem rifle between his legs.
Suddenly 500 feet ahead on the way a big male with a 40-inch + rack standing there, light is going down fast and the moose is hypnotize by the car lights, I slow down, stop but do not turn off the engine, we were no more than 125 feet from it, THERE WAS ALMOST NO LEGAL TIMES TO HUNT LEFT.
I'm waking up my father, i am shouting dad, dad wake up look at the big buck in the road.
He is asleep but sees the moose as well, takes the 4 rounds mag in the frontal pocket of his kangaroo then insert it in his 308 SA Rem and shut close the action with noise, quietly opens the door of the car laid the rifle on the door and CLICK.
The moose was missed and runned back in the thick swamp forest, afterward we laughed at this stupid situation but my father vanity took a hit.
My father actually had inserted a Coffee Crisp chocolate bar instead of the mag, they were about the same size.
Both were in the pocket of his kangaroo.
Until he left us he never stop talking about the one that got away because of him … And alcool.
I had this memory in my head this morning. I share it with you guys.
Great souvenir with my father, a man i love dearly. JP.
Our kind of hunting was very simple, we were driving on the small back roads looking carefully from all the sides to locate a moose.
It worked well this method, the year before we had killed our male.
Let's go back to that particular day, my father had been drinking and had decided to let me drive the back roads, i had no permit at the time.
I liked driving the big Olsmobile Delta 98.
My father was asleep at my side with the unloaded 308 Rem rifle between his legs.
Suddenly 500 feet ahead on the way a big male with a 40-inch + rack standing there, light is going down fast and the moose is hypnotize by the car lights, I slow down, stop but do not turn off the engine, we were no more than 125 feet from it, THERE WAS ALMOST NO LEGAL TIMES TO HUNT LEFT.
I'm waking up my father, i am shouting dad, dad wake up look at the big buck in the road.
He is asleep but sees the moose as well, takes the 4 rounds mag in the frontal pocket of his kangaroo then insert it in his 308 SA Rem and shut close the action with noise, quietly opens the door of the car laid the rifle on the door and CLICK.
The moose was missed and runned back in the thick swamp forest, afterward we laughed at this stupid situation but my father vanity took a hit.
My father actually had inserted a Coffee Crisp chocolate bar instead of the mag, they were about the same size.
Both were in the pocket of his kangaroo.
Until he left us he never stop talking about the one that got away because of him … And alcool.
I had this memory in my head this morning. I share it with you guys.
Great souvenir with my father, a man i love dearly. JP.
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