I wish I could tell all that I got what I was after, a 60" or better bull moose. But it was not to be. Oh, I did see him but could not pull off the shot...so he walked
But the experience of a 10 day hunt from a boat coasting the lake shore was like nothing I've ever done and the memories are firmly implanted as absolute joy.
One the first day out hunting, I spotted a bull. As I got to within 150 yards, he stepped out of the bush and into the water. It was the first and on the first day to boot, so he walked (by choice). The very next day (friday), another fellow in camp took him at about 9:30am. Here he is
I was not to see my bull until monday. The lake was rough and snow was blowing across the water. We got in to about 300 yards and I asked my cousin to shut the engine down. He replied that if the engine tone changes the bull will walk away. I tried to steady up on him but my crosshairs were swaying from front should to hind quarter. Perhaps not the best choice I've ever made, but he walked away into the bush behind him. We tracked him on foot all that day and the next day. Gone. Those that saw him called him a "mamoth", they said he was 60"+.


Here's some scenery pictures...
Anyways, my guide and good buddy now feels obligated to show me what I'm looking for
Changing his picture to sepia gives it that real "Klondike" look, doesn't it ???
The original photo...
Anyways, although dissapointed, I still managed to keep somewhat of a smile.
To sum it all up, I decided to not pull the shot...good choice or bad, I did walk away feeling pretty good. Had a great time and made some new friends to boot. Had a chance to visit with Why not? (Ted) for a cup of Java at Timmy's in WH. He was gracious enough to send me home with a couple of caribou roast as a consolation price...Thanks Ted. Thanks to my cousin who hosted me and Thanks to Yukon Jack (real name withheld) for making me laugh 'till I nearly puked for 10 days.


One the first day out hunting, I spotted a bull. As I got to within 150 yards, he stepped out of the bush and into the water. It was the first and on the first day to boot, so he walked (by choice). The very next day (friday), another fellow in camp took him at about 9:30am. Here he is
I was not to see my bull until monday. The lake was rough and snow was blowing across the water. We got in to about 300 yards and I asked my cousin to shut the engine down. He replied that if the engine tone changes the bull will walk away. I tried to steady up on him but my crosshairs were swaying from front should to hind quarter. Perhaps not the best choice I've ever made, but he walked away into the bush behind him. We tracked him on foot all that day and the next day. Gone. Those that saw him called him a "mamoth", they said he was 60"+.
Here's some scenery pictures...
Anyways, my guide and good buddy now feels obligated to show me what I'm looking for
Changing his picture to sepia gives it that real "Klondike" look, doesn't it ???
The original photo...
Anyways, although dissapointed, I still managed to keep somewhat of a smile.
To sum it all up, I decided to not pull the shot...good choice or bad, I did walk away feeling pretty good. Had a great time and made some new friends to boot. Had a chance to visit with Why not? (Ted) for a cup of Java at Timmy's in WH. He was gracious enough to send me home with a couple of caribou roast as a consolation price...Thanks Ted. Thanks to my cousin who hosted me and Thanks to Yukon Jack (real name withheld) for making me laugh 'till I nearly puked for 10 days.
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