Well the kid did it! I, with out a doubt, had the best time of my life. Just me and the kid for 7 days floating 55 miles of river..
First off, to let people know now, we were in a any bull area. Kara's bull is 42", and one of the fattest yummiest moose I have ever delt with. I also would like to take time to thank the many people that I bugged and that helped me in my planning. Mike, Larry, TWB, you guys helped me with memories that will last a life time. Last but not least I want to say good by to a friend that I met last year in the village we were in. I had only known Sean for a few years but he was a very big, kind man and he lost his life on the river hunting with his 14 year old son while we were there. So Sean, I heard your last shots down river my friend, rest in piece..
Now on to the story. Kara and I were dropped off 55 miles up river by a good friend to start our awesome adventure. We hit the river on day one at 9:00am on a clear and cold morning. I'll never forget that first feeling minutes after shoving off on our first float hunt. Something that I can't even discribe. Well I soon realized by early afternoon that the river flowed MUCH slower then I figured. Like .6 MPH! After a short lunch and going over the map, Kara and I realized that we would have to put some long days of rowing and less stopping to call to make our take out in time 5 days later. After NINE hours of rowing the first day, we reached a old moose camp I knew of and set up camp for the night. The next morning I was up at 7:15 racking and breaking and doing the love moans across a long but narrow lake. After a hour, no response so it was warm up coffee time. As the water was starting to boil I started glassing the far end of the lake and there he was, a 55-60"er starring my direction down! I quickly woke Kara, told her big bull, but stay calm and rub the sleep out of her eyes to be focussed. I got the shooting stick out, checked the rifles and belly crawled with Kara out to a alder patch. I started calling again and the big bull started our direction, shreading up trees and grunting. I was getting excited when all of a sudden I noticed the wind was really starting to rip and it was a cross wind heading out towards where the bull was about to be. Right before he hit the cross wind (150 yards), I told Kara to step to the side of the alders and take a shot when she felt comfortable and that I was backing her up. As soon as I looked thru the scope, we both watched the bull hit the wind, raise his nose and then dove into the woods, never to be seen again. At first I felt bummed that I in some way failed and let my daughter down. Then all it took was a look into her eager eyes and she said, "DAD, that was AWESOME!" I knew from that point we were going to have a great trip, no matter if we got a moose or not. Well, knowing that we had a long ways to go and not alot of time I still decided to stay another night to see if maybe we could get that big boy to come back out but no luck. We spent the day around camp carving sticks, playing cards and laughing..