Reminds me of a time...
We had a guy in our moose camp that was shy of 5 feet tall. We used to joke with him about how he’d ever get a moose out of the bush if got one. Well, he took a shot at a moose not far off a logging road, and that thing ran towards the road and chose to die on top of a little 4 foot hill, feet facing away from the road. A quick slice, and the guys rolled right down the hill into the ditch. Then he backed his pickup up to the little hill, gave it a shove, and it slid right down and onto the tailgate. The bugger lol.
Then I shot mine the next year, and it took the whole gang (including him, god bless him) the entire day and evening to get it out and back to camp. Karma ;-)
Ain't it funny how that works out?.... Lol..... That's a great story and a great memory you and your gang can share for a long time...




















































