Well i got my first bull moose this season. seems ive always either helped someoene else get one...or ive just gotten cows outta the many cow seasons......but this was my year.
I left Fairbanks with my hunting and trapping partner, two friends from work, his dad, and two of his dads friends on the morning of the eighth of september as soon as i got off work. we got to the river and had the boat in the water by 1:00, and by three thirty had all the four wheelers, gear, people, and trailers ferried over to where we were gonna head out! by the time we got the four wheelers and trailers loaded up and ready to head down the trail eight miles to our trapping cabin, it was pouring rain! the cloud cover was so low we couldnt see up onto the ridges surrounding the valley.
We got to the Cabin around 5:00 with no mishaps, other than flipping a couple trailers, losing one in a mudhole, and getting a wheeler stuck. Still raining, so as we couldnt see anything, we had dinner and sat around the cabin drinking beer and getting to know each other.
The next morning it was STILL pouring rain, but we headed up the ridge anyways to see if there was any way we couldt spot out into the valley and flats, but we were socked in. We went back to the cabin and spent the day putting the small boat in the water, cutting out small logjams that had built up since last fall, cutting up firewood, and putting a new deck on the cabin. Some people might call that work, but out there...seems like its just part of having a good time.....we were in "Gods" country....it was awesome!
On the Tenth i headed back out to the boat, and went about two hours down the river to pick up my dad, and since he only had two days off work, i spent sat. and sunday with him just running the river hoping to run into a nice small freezer pleaser moose, but it didnt work out. so monday morning i headed back out to the cabin. (By the way i got a REAL cool wife, cuz monday was our second aniversery, and all she said was...get me a moose!)
When i got to the cabin, i found out that the fog and rain had lifted, and the night before one of the guys had shot a 53 incher about three miles from camp. Good News!!! i grabbed a bite to eat a few beers and headed down the trail with one of the older guys to a spot up on the ridge where we have a good view of a few lakes and a big flat! It was a gorgeous evening! the sun was dropping, wind was still, we could hear the trumpeter swans out on the lake, the ducks splashing around in the pond below us, cold beer on the seat of my wheeler as i called and raked for a few hours! About forty five minutes before it was gonna be too dark to see, i was thinking nothing was gonna show when i heard a deep grunt, straight down the hill and a little to the left of us. i looked at my buddy, and he had heard it too. i grabbed my binos and looked out and i saw it....HUGE bull standing in the clearing near which we had a tree stand....empty that night of course. he looked up our way and walked straight away from us....i tried bull grunts, cow calls, scraping, and nothing worked...he headed straight towards the river and disapeared. not ten minutes later, another smaller bull came out about a mile away across the flat. he was maybe forty inches but he was raking and grunting like the big boys and headed straight towards us. about half mile out, he got hung up showing a small spruce tree who the REAL mack daddy was....and stayed there till dark. we eased down the hill and headed back to the cabin. Even tho no blood was spilled, it was still an amazing night!