After my daughter harvested her DM792 cow and we got that meat taken care of,
we were off on Friday morning to look for my 10 yr. old sons DM210 bull. We spent the first weekend up 20 mile near the top, lots of people on the weekend. It seemed like they gave a lot of tags this year. I had one guy park 30 yards from my boat Sunday morning in clear sight and walk a hundred yards up the creek and start over calling. It’s not my country but everyone would be better off if you don’t crowd each other. There had been an airplane circling the night before so I figure they must have seen something and had to go back there even if they had to park by me. Everyone I talked to had been flying it, and I believe it the air traffic in the evenings was regularly bothersome. First weekend wound up without a single moose spotted. Found some fresh pissy wallows but no moose. I decided to take him out of school the following Wednesday and hunt through the closer on the 30th if necessary. We went up the very skinny placer to set up a meager little moose camp. We saw a small cow the first Morning and spent a couple hours calling. That evening same small cow and a bigger cow some distance away with a couple more hours calling. It got cold enough to freeze the ponds and slews. I was sure this would get them going as the rut seemed a little delayed. Same small cow near camp next morning then son fell in river up to his arm pits, while drying him out and warming him up the big quake hit, that valley rolls like a bowl of jello. Spent the rest of the day poking in off the river looking for a good place to call, and when I found it I told the guy’s I was confident we could get a bull to come. My son was growing a little doubtful. We went in around 5:30 pm and set out a decoy and threw out the first quieter cow calls about 6. The red and white 180 showed up to circle our decoy again tonight and then flew out of the valley around 7 pm. Then I turned on the big sexy at about 7:25 I thought I heard a bull gluck in the distance and told the guy’s. Again they seemed skeptical, a few seconds later I knew I heard a gluck. Ten seconds later I see his palm flash a couple hundred yards away. Now everyone’s heart is pounding. This bull was on a steady march and only stopped for a few seconds to trash a willow, and within a minute and a half was standing on the little gravel island with us at 40 yards. My son was now a little shaken and required a little assurance, but he got on the sticks and put a .308 fusion lite 170 gr. bullet through the boiler room the bull lurched and moved forward 20 ft. He put another in the same spot, he lunged forward another 20 ft. The third one made him move forward a couple feet and he layed down. I was one very proud Dad and had a very excited 10yr old beside me. After dropping the guts and opening him up, I made some calls to a couple good friends who came out the next day to pack him the ¼ mile back to the boat.