When I was a kid (not that long ago) we lived for a while (about 5 years) in Taylor, B.C. There we had an occasional substitute teacher who told us of killing a bull moose with an axe.
She and her husband usually spent every summer and early fall prospecting in the country north west of Hudson Hope. On this particular day her husband was out hunting and she had stayed back at the cabin. She happened to look out across the lake and saw a bull moose swimming her way. As he got closer, it was apparent that he would land at or near the cabin. The bank here was steep and when the mosse got there he was unable to make it up the bank and slid back down to the lake. Seizing the opportunity, our intrepid teacher grabbed the axe and, when the moose's head came up over the bank, she nailed him right between the eyes. He slid back down the bank, taking the axe with him, thrashed around a bit, then expired right there. She said her husband was very angry because she had been reckless and foolish to do this. She figured he was mostly mad because she got the moose!
Imagine the furor if a teacher told such a story at a school today! She would likely be publicly flogged! Things were a bit different in Taylor in 1958.
I can't say whether the axe was a single or double bitted axe. The teacher was a tough wiry little woman in her late forties. I don't recall her name. Regards, Bill.