I was out last night, sorta half arsed hunting, mainly walking around checking the periphery of the area I was calling in the last few days I've been out.
The area is an old burn site, that has grown back over, about 10 feet tall cover. It's a pretty decent looking spot, as there is some elevation that allows a point of view over a fair wide area.
I wasn't working too hard at hunting, mostly hoping for a couple grouse. I wandered up the main road a ways, and walked a few game trails. Saw a rabbit, but decided that the lynx needed it more than I did.
So I'm on the way back up the road, trying to time it so I reach the car at about last light. I crest the hill, and you could have knocked me down with a feather! A MOOSE! Standing next to my damned car!
I checked my cell phone, for an accurate time. 7 minutes of legal shooting time left! I scope the moose. Damn. Can't see if there is antlers, due to the backdrop, and the moose standing still. I stepped to the side of the road closest to the moose, and the trees screened me. I start walking (OK, scurrying!) up the road and close in to about 100 yards. The moose turns his head and I se...ANTLERS! Holy sheepdip! Then he turns and walks out of sight. I run!
He had stopped about 10 yards over, and i had a clear look at him broadside. I shot. He shook, then started walking. I ran again, got a bit closer, and shot at him. Missed, it turns out, but that's OK.
He went about 40-50 yards into the trees, and was wheezing pretty heavilly. He staggered, dropped to his knees. I was worried that he'd get up and go, so I tried for the back of his neck. Booom! He flopped, so I thought I hit him where I wanted to. By the time I quit shaking, and walked up on him, he was all done, and it was exactly 7:27.
YEAHHHHH!
I made a call home to tell my wife not to expect me very soon, called a friend who graciously came out and helped me haul out. We were able to skid the moose to the road with a rope. He was only about 60-70 yards in, and we could have got right up to him if we had had a 4x4.
So I was about 3/4 of the way through gutting him, when my bud showed up with a Coleman lantern. My jaws are still sore from holding the flashlight in my mouth (note to self! Find head light!) All told, it took us about 3 hours to get the moose gutted skidded out, split and loaded. We were able to winch the back half into the truck on a plywood ramp, whole, and we split the front half and loaded the quarters.
We were in my garage, and the skinning and a preliminary washdown for hairs and stuff all taken care of, by 2:30 in the morning. I was so wired it took me until nearly 3:30 to get shut down.
Pictures as soon as I get some new batteries for the camera (doH!)
Figure about a 30 inch spread. Maybe 3 year old or 2 year old young bull.
Wife figures, based on her experience with horses that he was between 800 and a 1000 pounds live weight.
Nice!!!!!!!!
Seen moose before, had moose tags before, first time to see a moose when I had a tag. I'm still stoked!
Cheers
Trev
The area is an old burn site, that has grown back over, about 10 feet tall cover. It's a pretty decent looking spot, as there is some elevation that allows a point of view over a fair wide area.
I wasn't working too hard at hunting, mostly hoping for a couple grouse. I wandered up the main road a ways, and walked a few game trails. Saw a rabbit, but decided that the lynx needed it more than I did.
So I'm on the way back up the road, trying to time it so I reach the car at about last light. I crest the hill, and you could have knocked me down with a feather! A MOOSE! Standing next to my damned car!
I checked my cell phone, for an accurate time. 7 minutes of legal shooting time left! I scope the moose. Damn. Can't see if there is antlers, due to the backdrop, and the moose standing still. I stepped to the side of the road closest to the moose, and the trees screened me. I start walking (OK, scurrying!) up the road and close in to about 100 yards. The moose turns his head and I se...ANTLERS! Holy sheepdip! Then he turns and walks out of sight. I run!
He had stopped about 10 yards over, and i had a clear look at him broadside. I shot. He shook, then started walking. I ran again, got a bit closer, and shot at him. Missed, it turns out, but that's OK.
He went about 40-50 yards into the trees, and was wheezing pretty heavilly. He staggered, dropped to his knees. I was worried that he'd get up and go, so I tried for the back of his neck. Booom! He flopped, so I thought I hit him where I wanted to. By the time I quit shaking, and walked up on him, he was all done, and it was exactly 7:27.
YEAHHHHH!I made a call home to tell my wife not to expect me very soon, called a friend who graciously came out and helped me haul out. We were able to skid the moose to the road with a rope. He was only about 60-70 yards in, and we could have got right up to him if we had had a 4x4.
So I was about 3/4 of the way through gutting him, when my bud showed up with a Coleman lantern. My jaws are still sore from holding the flashlight in my mouth (note to self! Find head light!) All told, it took us about 3 hours to get the moose gutted skidded out, split and loaded. We were able to winch the back half into the truck on a plywood ramp, whole, and we split the front half and loaded the quarters.
We were in my garage, and the skinning and a preliminary washdown for hairs and stuff all taken care of, by 2:30 in the morning. I was so wired it took me until nearly 3:30 to get shut down.
Pictures as soon as I get some new batteries for the camera (doH!)
Figure about a 30 inch spread. Maybe 3 year old or 2 year old young bull.
Wife figures, based on her experience with horses that he was between 800 and a 1000 pounds live weight.
Nice!!!!!!!!
Seen moose before, had moose tags before, first time to see a moose when I had a tag. I'm still stoked!
Cheers
Trev



















































