So I got my bull this year in unit 13. Not the biggest bull at 44.5 inches, but with3 brow tines on one side he was a definite taker!
It was a briskmorning on September 21st, it was probably around 20 degrees, but Iwas up early and excited about using the new electronic moose call I had purchased online this year. My hunting buddy had just landed in his supercub at first light that morning and it wash is turn to pull the trigger first, but we were both hopeful a 2-moose situation would be at hand. Slipping as silently as we could through the alders to our little ‘sweet spot’, I crept out into a large clearing and set the call up in the center. The wind was good, blowing right in our direction, and we knew our six was clear of any animals.
Within half an hour a dream situation occurred! A cow emerged out of the woods, ears forward and looking intently in the direction of the calls. She stepped out into the opening, and then I saw a flash of white behind her! My heart raced, and I whispered to my buddy toget ready, he’s coming in. The bull circled in front of the cow, as if to keep her from entering the clearing, and turned broadside at about 45 yards. I used the remote to shut off the call and my hunting partner calmly flipped the safety off his 8 gauge shotgun loaded with 00 buckshot and took aim, then bluntly whispered, “ There’s two of em’’’
I looked up and sure enough, another bull was quartering toward us and the first bull, head lowered and ready to do battle! I asked my friend if he could wait a second to see what would happen, and he complied, telling me to load a bolt in my crossbow and get ready to take the closer of the two. The two bulls faced off in front of us out inthe open, and both turned broad side, heads lowered. “Let’s take em’ on the count of 3” my buddy whispered……. 1,2,3!! The 8-gauge boom startled me as I released the bolt and I couldn’t tell where it went! My buddies moose dropped in its tracks and mine ran off across the field while I scrambled to load up anotherbolt. I had just thrown the cross bowback up to my shoulders when, to the shock of both of us, A THIRD BULL also crashed out of the brush and entered the clearing, apparently trying to follow the bull I had just shot at! I put my crosshairs on his front shoulder and let the bolt fly, the bull humped up and came to a stop, I frantically tried to load another bolt, but as I did the bull got wobbly and toppled over!
We both whooped and hollered like wild Indians for a whileand ran to our bulls to check them out. We processed mine first, and as it was a decent walk back to the airstrip, we decided to bone all the meat out to make our packs somewhat lighter. They were still some heavy sons of guns though, and it took us the entire day to get both moose down to the plane. My buddy had to make a few trips with the cubto get all the meat out, and with the failing light I decided to camp on our airstrip and guard the remaining meat all night until he could return the next morning. He showed up early the next day, and we got the last load of meat and my gear in the plane. I slapped my friend on the back and congratulated him on a great hunt and a job well done. We both took a moment to look at that mountainside and reflect on the excitement of the prior day’s event, then both of us punched our harvest tickets and flew out of there for the last time this year. What a great season! There ya go armchair cops and cynics, have a hayday, how many violations?