After 1,240 road miles, a little over 900 miles on the Yukon and Koyukuk and 13 nights on the boat we are home. On September 18th at 3:45 PM We were tied up in a slough and my wife climbed on the boat and walked to the back after I handed her my rifle. I was on the bow getting ready to enter the cabin when she comes back and said, BIG MOOSE! BIG MOOSE! I said where and she said right behind the boat. I looked down the side of the cabin and here he comes walking down the beach about 40 yards away. She gives me the old Ziess glasses and .338 and I do a cow call, the bull turns and I see the big palmated brow tines, 4 and 5 per side. He keeps walking so I do another cow call and he stops to turn and look at me. Lots of paddle and points. I am thinking he will go over 60" but not 65". My son-in-law is standing by the bow of the boat filming the bull. He has never hunted moose and I ask him how big he thinks it is. He said, "shoot it". It is the third day of my 10 day hunt in the land of big bulls. The bull keeps walking a way from us and down the beach. I do another cow call and he turns to look at me giving me a really good look at him and steps into the water and swims to our side. He has every thing I wanted in a Koyukuk moose and I tell them to watch their ears because I no longer care about the other 7 days left to hunt and I want this bull. I also know we can get the boat with in 10 feet of him. He comes out of the water and is angling a way from us at about 50 yards. I am watching his progress and waiting for him to clear the horrible mud at the waters edge. When I think he is far enough I do another cow call. He stops, turns his head to look back at us and I thought, what a big and wonderful animal. Everything is perfect. I press the trigger and a 250 grain Barnes X bullet goes through his neck bone. He is on the ground and one leg barely moves. As I watch him through the scope I know he is dead and my dream of a big Koyukuk moose has been fulfilled. My son-in-law and I walk over to him and I sat down for a smoke and stare at him. After about 5 minutes my wife who is still on the boat asks how big he is. That must mean she is done crying for the dead moose that she spotted and prayed for months I would get. That is just the way she is. I almost hate to tape him. A tape really does not tell the story of a trophy, yet it is still a part of this hunt. He tapes at 62.5 inches. He is a wonderful. There are moose out there that are bigger then the one I got. I do not care. He is the moose we were given and as far as moose hunts go it was almost to easy. That is moose hunting. I am content and do not need to ever shoot another big moose. It started raining after the picture taking. I did not care. We filmed our visit with 92 year old Sidney Huntington who wrote, "Shadows on the Koyukuk". A great book. We caught Sheefish and a couple of small pike, picked blue berriies and got some Diamond Willow. Brought back a part of a big chunk of birch tree so my wife can make birch bark baskets that come form the Land of the Koyukon. We spent 3 days in Galena visiting with Uncle Max and Aunt Bev while I waited for a water pump from Fairbanks. I will carry a spare from now on. Stopped by Tanana where my wife was born. Last night we made the ramp at the Yukon River Bridge and left at 8:30 P.M. It was snowing and blowing. I drove until 6:00 AM and my son-in-law drove the rest of the way to Kenai. It was a great trip and will be a great memory. I hope the pictures look ok and I want to share them with you.