My daughter and I were talking last night while hunting some fields off the Elliott that if she didn't get a moose this year it is okay because we've been having such a great time together. We went to bed at 10:30pm last night with the alarm set for 4am. We were up and met my brother and his daughter at the gas station at 5am. His 4 wheeler had a dead battery, so we needed to change plans for the morning. We decided to head up the Steese, and not 5 miles into the legal area at first light I spotted a moose. It was in a field that was fairly close to a house, but did not look like it was on the same property. Regardless, I went to the house and was hoping to ask for permission, even though I was going to wake them up at 5:30 in the morning, but there was no answer. We watched the moose for about 20 minutes as it became lighter out, and she stood there, 90 yards away eating grass with not a care in the world. I tried the home again, but again, no answer. I headed back towards Fairbanks since there was another cabin on the property to the other side of the field. This time the guy met me outside and said that he is fairly certain the property is open and said go ahead and shoot the moose. As we headed back, I was pretty uneasy, but we slowly set up for the shot. As we did, the moose had enough of us and headed into the woods.
We shrugged it off, got back in the trucks and headed up the Steese. We decided to drop my truck off at the pull out by Ski Land and all go in my brothers truck. About 10-12 miles up the road in some burnt out forest, I spotted the ears of a moose in the deadwood. We drove up and down the highway in search of no trespassing signs and did not see any. The land was burnt and barren. We parked the truck and set out after the moose on foot. In about 10 minutes we were 100 yards away, and I didn't like the angle of the shot. We regrouped, headed back to a clearing and worked to the other side of the moose. She stood there staring at us the whole time, but never moved an inch. Gotta love those cooperative ones. We set up about 75 yards but she was facing us quartering to. We could not see her lower body, just her upper body, but in the 20 minutes we had plenty of time to look around for calves and confirmed she was legal. My daughter set up on the bipods and we discussed where to aim. It took her a minute, but she finally felt comfortable and squeezed off a round. It was a perfect hit and the moose ran to the side about 10 yards. It stood there so I helped her jack another round and told her to shoot again. I could see she was shaking very bad, but she got the moose in the cross hairs and squeezed off a second round. The moose dropped out of sight. We headed to the moose and saw her laying dead. I'd guess she is a 3&1/2 year old moose, and she had some scars on the back of her legs that were mostly healed over. It looks like something got her from the back and tore her up pretty good.
My brother had the camcorder rolling the entire time, so I'll have video to add later on. I have to charge the battery, and since it is so warm today, we are going to grab some lunch and butcher the moose this afternoon.
My daughter used the family hand me down .243 that my grandmother used in competitions when she was my age. Amber's cousin, Sydney, shot her first moose last year in Delta with the same rifle.