Well, Bob didn't score on the sheep earlier this year (and yes, he's still working on the story....) but he did get a really nice bull moose yesterday. We were in our favorite hunting grounds. We seen what I thought was a caribou butt...but pulled the glass up and realized it was the paddle of a moose! We spent 45 minutes stalking and calling the bull, which had about 8 cows with him. Finally, we could seen them moving right to left through the sparse spruce trees. I set him up on the shooting sticks, and he focused on an opening that they should be coming to. As the bull got closer, I let out a light grunt at 70 yards. Of course... the bull stopped right behind a tree.... Bob was cool calm and collected as I instructed him to keep his rifle pointed in the opening. After an excruciating 5 minutes.. the bull took two steps.. Bob took his shot. The bull immediately showed signs of problems. He walked a couple of paces and stood there. We got up on him. Bob took a freehand shot at 50 yards without reaction. Finally the bull went down. Bob was shooting his new .243, and he put the bullet in the boiler room.. took off the top of the heart and bottom of the lungs. Has to be one of my proudest moments as a father! We spent about 3 hours dressing him out, and hauled him home.