Another horse hunting adventure with Mal. Went out with the intention of checking on a few areas that Iíve hunted in past years to see if any activity or signs of activity were present. We were actually intending to hunt the area after the weekend, with the forecast being what it was, and just use the weekend as a horse riding/camping trip with guns. Turned into a moose hunt pretty fast. Long story short, we were alerted that a moose was in the area by our dog who was running the trail ahead of us. She got pretty spooky and started growling checking the wind. We had been seeing some pretty fresh rubbed willows and found a wallow in the area, so I sort of suspected she smelled a moose, not a bear. Did a few soft grunts, still on the horse, and waited for about a minute, then figured what the heck, continue riding the trail. I came around a group of small spruce and seen a bull standing on the trail about 60 yards up front, staring at us. I bailed off the horse, and told Mal to get the rifle (she had my 300 on her horse, I keep a 45-70 on mine just in case). She got the case unbuckled and unzipped and I grabbed the rifle out. Turned around and seen the scared dog chasing the moose away! At about 150 yards , she decided far enough and turned around and came back to us. The bull stopped and turned broadside at about 200 yards. I got prone, put the scope on him and easily spotted the 3 brow tines and said, good enough for me. One shot and down he went. Then the work started. This was the first moose that Mal had seen up close, and got to experience the work of taking one apart. After a few hours, we were loaded up and headed back to camp. Packed it out later that day and ate some good pizza to celebrate. Chalk it up to another year of being in the right place at the right time.