This year was my first seirous moose hunt, my 2 previous "hunts" were really just a day hike with a gun...
Set up camp Friday Aug 31 after work just me and my girlfriend (oh this was her first hunt ever for anything). Saturday and Sunday we didnít see any movement at all cept a few birds. Sunday night back in camp we were talking about how the next day was our last day and that we would hunt in the morning come back for lunch and make it a short hunt in the afternoon so we could breakdown camp and get home before it got too late. Sometime during this discussion I found one of those coffee can calls and kinda started messing with it to see what it would sound like, having never heard a moose before I though no way does a moose sound like this it sounds too much like a tin can. After an amazing meal of pork chops and onions and biskets we headed off to bed. The next morning we went down to the stand to watch the "valley of nothingness" that we watched the 2 previous days. I decided not to sit in the stand cause that huge open area over there was just not somewhere I expected to see a moose and the wooded area with all the moose trails to the left seemed more likely, so I sit off to the side of the stand where I can get a better view of the wooded area. About 1830 I hear what I could have sworn was that dang coffee can call holy crap moose do sound like that I swing my gun to the ready position towards that huge open area where im not gonna see a moose and I hear the sound again and ill be danged, its closer. Next thing I see, out into the field runs this lil calf with mama strutting right behind it. So I look through the scope at mama checking out her body and looking closely at her shoulders, I have never looked at a moose through a scope and wanted to pick my shot carefully if by chance I see a Bull. After looking at the cow for a lil bit I look up over my scope and see nothing but horns of this nice bull that was chasing the cow, im back to the scope, I find the shoulder, safety off, then he drops he head and blocks my shot with his monster rack, I look up over the scope and the cow makes kinda like a grunt and the Bull looks, shot clear again back to the scope and squeeze the trigger on my .300 Remington ultra mag...Silence... I didnít hear the gun go off and didnít feel the recoil, I look up from my gun and the moose shutters, I jack another 180 grain scirroco into the chamber incase I need a follow up shot, (I was sure of my shot and didnít think I was going to need a second shot) the bull walks over to the edge of the woods and disappears, I watch the area closely and see a quick flash of horn as he hits the ground. Still running on pure adrenaline I run up the hill to get a better view of where the beast dropped and canít see anything. I run back to where I left my girlfriend and I sit and try to let my heart stop racing. After a few min I cant wait any longer I have to see my moose so instead of going to the 4 wheeler and drive to the river and cross from there I go straight down the hill and its steep and as im getting closer to the river the wood starts to thicken up a bit and the wind starts to blow a nice calm breeze but ill be danged if every leaf that made the slightest sound didnít sound like a moose charging through the trees right at me. My mind was playing tricks with my ears. I get to the river and debate for a few seconds if I should find an easier place to cross, cause here the banks are pretty steep and my boots arent exactly waterproof so I step into the river feeling my boots fill with the ice cold water of the Chena. We (my girlfriend is tryin to stay on my tails cause she is just as excited and a lil freaked) get to the other side of the river and start marching through the swamp and as im walking down the swamp trail toward where I saw my moose drop I look down a see the biggest dang bear track I have ever seen it was about 8" across, still big to me. After pointing the bear track out to my girl I look up and again all I see is horns lying in the grass, there he was my trophy, My first Moose. He measures out to 54" and some change.
There are pictures in the Gallery on page 5 at the bottom but Ill post a few more on this thread when I get home. All this took place in the Yukon Training Area just incase yall were wondering. I seen many hunters back there but I never did find out if anyone was successful. Do any of yall know of anyone else that was successfull back there?
Thanks for reading my story I have been really antsy to share it will yall after reading all yalls stories. Now I have one to share