1st solo moose.
Here's the pics: http://homepage.mac.com/perryschneider/PhotoAlbum9.html
Here's the story.
The plan was to atv up into the hills and meet up with a friend and his kid on a thursday evening. I was prepared to stay out until sunday, they were going to run back and forth to town each night. As I was headed out of town I saw them coming back on the highway. I figured I would see them the next day.
I got up to my spot at about 8:30pm. Pitched my tent, etc. and started calling around 9. At around 10 I heard a bull grunting. It was dark but there was a full moon and clear sky. Spotted him with my binos moving in the brush across a clearing about 150 yds. Got the scope on him but he was moving and I couldn't get the cross hairs on him. Maybe he'll come my way across the clearing and I get a moonlight bull! Well, no go. I finally crawled in the tent around 11 and needless to say didn't get much sleep that night! got up before daylight, started calling glassing, etc. Nothing. Not even a cow to be seen. Hunted until around noon, ate, slept until about 5. Ate, started calling around 6. At 7 Here he comes, at least I am pretty sure he was the same bull judging by his rack and the dryed up velvet hanging off his antlers. He came up out of a valley and was crossing a little saddle I was overlooking. About 500yds out. I gave a few calls and he just kept walking. Then he stopped, I called again, he looked my way, then turned his head and kept on walking. It's now or never, at his pace he would be long gone in a hot minute. I was able to beat feet and close that gap by about 150 yds as he was moving. I sat down on the edge of an embankment next to a bush. No way I can close the gap any further. I line up on him about the time he turns and heads away from me going uphilll. I let one fly but with him walking and me breathing I knew I missed when I pulled the trigger. Off to the right, dang!. I jacked in another round as he turned left, he's broadside now!. The Kimber 325 sang and the 200 grain accubond hit him in the hump, broke his spine, lodged under his hide, perfect mushroom and down he went at 350 yds. Another 25 yds and he would have been out of sight. 36 incher with one of the long tines busted off. So, 40 inch type bull. Palmated brow tine on one side with 4 points. Just right, not too big for one guy to handle but more meat than a spike fork. I thanked the Lord, took pics and walked back to get my atv. Rode back to him and got started on him around 8pm. Got the quarters and backstraps, etc. layed out on tarps and sheets in the cool evening breeze under the full moon. Worked on him until 1am. Rode back to the tent. Got up at daylight, got the rib meat and got him loaded in the meat wagon. Was able to get the quad about 50 yds from him. Got back home in Fairbanks at 1pm. God is good. Got my 1st Dall Sheep and my first solo moose this year. Great way to break in the new Kimber.