We had a pack of at least five come in to our moose calls up on the side of a mountain. They trotted out at 80 yards or so. I got this black one with the first shot. The grey one was right onher heels, didn't know where the shot came from and ran straight toards us, stopping in the thick willow and spruce I let one go at it once I was sure the black one was down, but the bullet must have deflected.
We picked up mine, took some video footage(hence the crap pics) and made our way down the hill to the creek bottom.
The pack started howling and we answered back. Dan was way ahead of me and I started to think, what if they come after us since we are howling and I reak of the stinky wolf on my shoulders. The howls were getting alot closer but I never thought it would unfold the way it did.
Dan got down to the creek bank, set down the rifles and his pack and was coming back to help me get down a nasty slope. By the time he got there I was already down so he headed back to the creek bottom, where the grey was sitting there waiting for us 40 yards away!
The suprise in it's eyes must have been as much as we had, Dan picked up his 300 and dusted it as it ran up the creek bed.
I still cannot believe they came from downwind, past our position and iout ion the open like that! And then come to our very crappy howl impersonations.
No pics of the grey.

Mine was about 75lbs, Dans a bit bigger, they don't have their full winter coat but they are beautiful. Check out the size of the melon on this one, it is as big as my bear, if not bigger!
Thanks,
Noel