The real story here is I have not been moose hunting since fall of 2015. I broke my leg Dec 26, 2015 while on Christmas Vaca with my family. It has been a hell of an ordeal. I have had 6 operations and lots of pain.
My son was working out west this year and applied for the draw. He told me I had to even though I was doubtfull I would be able to go. He was adamant...."If i have to carry you out in the bush your coming hunting"!
We have a very good group that I had been hunting with for over 30 years and he loves the gang and the way we hunt.
They put me on a 4 wheeler and I drove out to the middle of a cranberry bog, first morning.
We had a group Bull tag and calf tag.
The night before we all agreed to pass on shooting any small bulls. We would re assess each morning as the week days diminished.
So I'm sitting out in the cold wind and give a couple Cow calls....and this guy walks directly up to 30 yds from me into the wind....as if to say "Congratulations! Welcome back into the bush! But you can't shoot me because you all agreed not to shoot any small bulls!"
And he was a beautiful moose! That will live for another year.
All day I thought I could here something south east of me but with the wind and me not having gained my "Bush hearing" .... I wasn't sure. As we reconviened at lunch over the phones the gang agreed to push towards me. At 1:30 a cow came out south of me followed by the big bull.
209 yds and dropped him with the new 30:06 Tikka my son bought for me. Awesome week with great friends!
And a special THANKS
to my son!
