Moose Masher
CGN Regular
- Location
- Oak Hammok Manitoba
We flew in on Monday, September 24th. Just two of us this year.
We got to work setting up camp, gathering/cutting firewood and running up the outboard.
Went out that evening and saw a cow and calf about 10 min from camp.
No sightings the next day, we did catch a pile of pickeral though, a couple of five pounders in the mix.
It had been raining off and on from the time we left the float base.
The wind picked up and carried on through Tuesday night.
We woke up to calm, clear skies Wednesday morning and I started calling.
I called every morning and evening from the same spot then on, close to where we saw a couple of bulls last year.
We tooled around the lake for the next two days catching pickeral and seeing no moose.
Friday morning when I called I got an answer.
Nothing vocal, but two wraps on a tree trunk. Bonk! Bonk!
That was it, we didn't hear another peep from him for two days.
Sunday morning bright and early, last day of the hunt, I didn't get a chance to call before the acton started.
We weren't even set up when we heard him start grunting and thrashing, it was loud, he was close.
It came from the same spot as on Friday morning, but now he was tearing it up!
The wind was still in our favour, and we headed for the point to try to get a look at him.
He kept grunting and working the bush, and then we heard him splash into the water.
I'll never forget the noise he made when he hit the drink, hard to describe but it almost sounded like a horse, kinda high pitched.
We joke that he was so shocked when his nuts hit the water he let out a squeal!
We got close to the point and held back in the treeline once we got a visual on him, there he was coming straight towards us not more than 100yds out.
It seemed like an eternity wating for him to come in, he kept grunting the whole way across the channel.
He came up to shore not more than 20 yds out from us.
I took the shot as soon as I had it, he went straight down on the spot.
The trigger man....
...and his partner...
...hanging on the shop wall...
Christian
We got to work setting up camp, gathering/cutting firewood and running up the outboard.
Went out that evening and saw a cow and calf about 10 min from camp.
No sightings the next day, we did catch a pile of pickeral though, a couple of five pounders in the mix.
It had been raining off and on from the time we left the float base.
The wind picked up and carried on through Tuesday night.
We woke up to calm, clear skies Wednesday morning and I started calling.
I called every morning and evening from the same spot then on, close to where we saw a couple of bulls last year.
We tooled around the lake for the next two days catching pickeral and seeing no moose.
Friday morning when I called I got an answer.
Nothing vocal, but two wraps on a tree trunk. Bonk! Bonk!
That was it, we didn't hear another peep from him for two days.
Sunday morning bright and early, last day of the hunt, I didn't get a chance to call before the acton started.
We weren't even set up when we heard him start grunting and thrashing, it was loud, he was close.
It came from the same spot as on Friday morning, but now he was tearing it up!
The wind was still in our favour, and we headed for the point to try to get a look at him.
He kept grunting and working the bush, and then we heard him splash into the water.
I'll never forget the noise he made when he hit the drink, hard to describe but it almost sounded like a horse, kinda high pitched.
We joke that he was so shocked when his nuts hit the water he let out a squeal!
We got close to the point and held back in the treeline once we got a visual on him, there he was coming straight towards us not more than 100yds out.
It seemed like an eternity wating for him to come in, he kept grunting the whole way across the channel.
He came up to shore not more than 20 yds out from us.
I took the shot as soon as I had it, he went straight down on the spot.
The trigger man....
...and his partner...
...hanging on the shop wall...
Christian
