Our sixteen year old grandson and his buddy, who because of the flood in Galena, is also a housemate, decided they were woodsy enough to do a hunt by themselves.
They loaded their gear in a 16 ft. open jet boat and journeyed forth down the Yukon River. They couldn’t find the channel to get into the small lake they intended to hunt so they opted for plan B which was to continue down river a short ways and hunt a major slough. By the time they found a place to camp it was getting dark so they landed the boat and made camp. There camping spot was in an open area in the willows probably next to a game trail. Knowing my Grandson, I’m confident there were some cow and bull calls made while they were pitching camp.
They ate some dry food and were asleep by 8:30.
Grandson woke up to the sound of sticks breaking. He said “Buddy, did you hear that?” Wake up; this was around 11:00PM.
They then heard a bull grunt and then a cow call. They thought this was “fun and games” because the moose weren’t too close. Then one of the moose ran by real close to the tent. Now it was no longer fun and games. Grandson’s buddy said “We were afraid they were going to do something to us”. They hunkered down in their sleeping bags and listened to the bull grunt and blow snot. They both had rifles in the tent (Grandpa knew they would), so it was decided Grandson would fire a round in theair. He shot through the tent; of course the flash was blinding not to speak of the noise. The percussion turned on Grandson’s head lampin his fanny pack and for a moment they thought the tent was on fire. The good thing was, they could hear the moose breaking brush running away. They decided they would go sit in the boat for a while. This is when Grandson called his father on the satellite phone.
This was the gist of the phone call to my son, the boy’s father.
got their sleeping bags and ran back to the boat. [End of phone conversation]
Grandson’s father was down at the barge landing waiting for some of his cargo to be off loaded from the barge. Grandson had borrowed our satellite phone and at 11:23 PM Dad got a call “So Dad, what are you doing?” Dad…”Oh not much, I’m at the landing waiting for our fish tote to be offloaded”. “What is up with you?” “Oh we are sleeping in the boat”. Dad… “So why are you in the boat?” “Oh Dad, it was so scary!! We had a bull on one side of the tent and a cow onthe other. The bull was REALLY close and he was grunting and snorting and really mad!!” “We just hunkered down in our sleeping bags and waited for the blows.” Dad asked “So how close was he?” About two yards Grandson says. My buddy said “you have to shoot to scare it away.” “So I shot up in the air. I’msorry I made a hole in your tent.” Theythen waited a couple minutes and then took off for the boat. Dad said to put the seats up front and get their sleeping bags and
get under a tarp. When they didn’t hear the moose close, they made a mad dash for tent,
They decided maybe they would go back and sleep in the tent even with a large hole (caused by a rifle round) in it. When they got to the tent they could smell moose so they decided to go back and sleep in the boat. They had a warm but very uncomfortable night but felt safe in the boat. Grandson’s buddy said “It was the longest night of my life”. He looked at his watch at 6:30 and thought only one more hour until sunrise! (actually it was two hours)
As it got light, they went and checked the tracks around the tent and they were CLOSE! They struck camp and headed up the slough to the river. They then checked out a lake but only saw a cow. They made a fire and had something to eat. The river was rough so they were going to wait until it calmed down but when it didn’t they decided to head home. With the jet they could get in the shallows close to the north bank but they still said it was a spooky ride home.
So went the first moose hunt for a couple village teenagers.