After more than 30 days in the field over 2 years I was finally able to take my first moose with my bow. Saturday morning Amber (my wife) ran the 3rd leg of the Equinox Marathon relay, 9.2 miles. She trained for 5 months and ran the whole way without walking, I am so proud of her for working that hard on it. We went out for ice cream, came home, took a nap, then about 7:30 that night I headed out the area that I hunt.
I was set up by 7:50, started raking the brush, and not more than 10 minutes later I heard him coming from across the way. I could see him through the trees before he could see me so I knew that he was a bull. I was able to draw as he came around the corner and he was looking for the "other bull" that he heard. I was at 15 yards. I was able to get a quartering to shot and heard him go down in the trees just about 8:15pm. Didn't get a full pass through so no FOB action, but it does make it easy to see the arrow.
Amber's dad and brother came over about an hour later and we followed the blood trail about 60 yards to where he went down in the trees. He was still alive but breathing hard and didn't move far when they came up on him. We backed out and gave him some time and went back in a little while later. He was still alive, and I was able to get another arrow into him and that was that. Got him skinned out and meat laid out to cool for the night. A paddle horn, his spread was only 25", but he might as well have been 60" I was so happy.
The best part of the deal is no more 5:30am mornings!!! Have to start planning the next big hunt and figure out what the next challenge is.