- Location
- Vancouver Island BC
I was out hunting moose back in 85 or so and I was nearly run over by a stampeding moose.
After I composed myself I noticed that the moose was actually being chased down by a big frikkin' dog.
Since I was right in the path of where the moose went, the mutt was right running down the path toward me...growling like he was gonna eat me.
I made some noise and stepped off the trail, but he kept running straight me still growling.
I had the safety off and I waited till he was about 20 feet from me, and I shot him right in the head. I looked for a collar but found nothing but a very dead, smelly, skinny dog.
I waited around for about 2 hours to see if anyone showed up to claim the dog, but there was nothing but the silence of the bush broken up by distant gunshots. It was getting close to where I couldn't see through the open sights of my No5 .303, so I started back to camp. On the way back I rested on an old pile of logs about 2 miles from camp,I heard some more crashing in the bush and was hoping not to repeat the performance of earlier. I stayed quiet and up over the small rise a big bull stood and stared me down, I released the safety and hit him with a 215 grain CIL, he made a circle and stood there. I hit him again on the opposite side and he fell with a sound of all the air coming out of him, he kicked a bit and after a few minutes all was still.
I had nearly been run down by a moose and possibly chewed on by a big motherf**kin' dog all in the space of a few short hours. To top it all off ,I got a nice moose at the end of the day and a hell of a story. Moose heart and onions and a hot cup of coffee was all I remembered before collapsing in my bunk.....
After I composed myself I noticed that the moose was actually being chased down by a big frikkin' dog.
Since I was right in the path of where the moose went, the mutt was right running down the path toward me...growling like he was gonna eat me.
I made some noise and stepped off the trail, but he kept running straight me still growling.
I had the safety off and I waited till he was about 20 feet from me, and I shot him right in the head. I looked for a collar but found nothing but a very dead, smelly, skinny dog.
I waited around for about 2 hours to see if anyone showed up to claim the dog, but there was nothing but the silence of the bush broken up by distant gunshots. It was getting close to where I couldn't see through the open sights of my No5 .303, so I started back to camp. On the way back I rested on an old pile of logs about 2 miles from camp,I heard some more crashing in the bush and was hoping not to repeat the performance of earlier. I stayed quiet and up over the small rise a big bull stood and stared me down, I released the safety and hit him with a 215 grain CIL, he made a circle and stood there. I hit him again on the opposite side and he fell with a sound of all the air coming out of him, he kicked a bit and after a few minutes all was still.
I had nearly been run down by a moose and possibly chewed on by a big motherf**kin' dog all in the space of a few short hours. To top it all off ,I got a nice moose at the end of the day and a hell of a story. Moose heart and onions and a hot cup of coffee was all I remembered before collapsing in my bunk.....




















































