I spent my entire moose season working on the lodge for the most part, except one day I was able to hunt a full day... the last day of the season. We left the lodge at about 9am. I told my hunting partner that we were just going to ride trails as fast as possible and look for fresh tracks and go from there. We had a light rain the night before. We rode and rode... and finally about 25 miles into the ride, I spotted several moose cross the trail in front of us. I was off the machine like a flash with my gun in hand and went in the brush for a better look. I noticed one bull had at least 3 points on side, with a possible fork on the other. I stalked my way in and spotted what appeared to be a small fork about 30 yards in front of me, with a cow on each side of him. I looked over to my left and a very large bull was looking at me 50 yards away. I'm certain he was 50", but couldn't get a good enough look at his brow tines, and I was sure the fork in front of me was legal. I have my bino's up and trying to look at both of them, each in different directions, but the little fork gave me the look I wanted, and I could see he was legal. I took my attention from the large bull, pulled up with the .375 ultra mag, and let him have it. He fell in his tracks, and the other moose took off. This was about 2pm on the 20th. We did quick work and headed back to the lodge and enjoyed some great moose meat! I'll keep being thankful that I was more lucky than good this season!