Someone on here said all I do on here is stir the pot. So, rather than argue I'll just take their advice and post about my hunt.
You'd think(especially if you believe everything Strahan says) that a couple guys with airplanes would have the primo hunting spots all picked out before opening day, of moose season. Not so. Despite several flights over a 2 week period, it wasn't until aug. 31 that we had a spot we were satisfied with and could reach economically..........or easily for 2 fat old guys..........hahahaha.
The night before opening day found us at this comfy spot, with an average size bull grazing in the willows above us.

This is mining country. Everywhere you look are signs of mining. Here's another view of the camp. My pard is standing in an old cat trail, which is mostly a 4 wheeler trail now. You can see an old water pipeline that brought water down to this creek, from another creek.

We were glassing the average bull at 10:00 pm that evening, wondering if we should take him after midnite, might still be enough light to shoot even. My buddy had flown that morn, so we left the bull for opening morning. Figured he'd still be close by when we got up.
Lots of folks hunt around here, with most of them getting serious right off the bat. As luck would have it, just as it got light that morning, here comes another ATV. 2 young lovers on a 4 wheeler looking to get a moose. They continued up the trail, and I suspect, scared off our bull. Never saw him again! I went a different direction that morn, over the hill with the water pipe, to look for another bull my pard had spotted the previous morn. Small one, but we weren't gonna be picky.
Got to where the bull had been spotted, and he was there. Problem was, he was with 4 cows in the brush. Didn't see any way to get to him without scaring him off. I kept quiet and watched plus glassed other areas for moose. Saw several cows, but no bulls. Finally gave up around noon and headed back to camp. Took a rest, ate, and discussed our next move. My oldest kid was with us, but had to return to town that evening. Bout 2 pm we all 3 headed back over the hill to see if that bull was still there and what we could do about getting him.
only a few minutes on the wheelers and we were glassing over the willow patch he was last seen in. He was still there, and so was at least one cow. We left the wheelers above the moose and walked down. On the way, we passed 2 of the cows that had been with the bull that morn. Looked like only 1 cow was with the bull. As we watched from about 300 yds away, the last cow headed away from us towards a small river. We moved a little close, to a high spot. I told the others that bull would either come towards us to join the 2 cows we had passed, or he would follow the other cow to the river. I moved to our left to be in a position to shoot him if he moved to the river, leaving my pard and my boy to do the shooting if he came that way.
Ended up with the bull coming right to me. Thanks to less than ideal shooting on my part, 4 shots put him down. Here's me with the end result:

Here's my kid after some skinning, cutting, and sawing. He walked about 3/4 mile, 3 times, to bring all 3 ATVs down to the kill. Almost got attacked by an angry cow on the first hike up:
You'd think(especially if you believe everything Strahan says) that a couple guys with airplanes would have the primo hunting spots all picked out before opening day, of moose season. Not so. Despite several flights over a 2 week period, it wasn't until aug. 31 that we had a spot we were satisfied with and could reach economically..........or easily for 2 fat old guys..........hahahaha.
The night before opening day found us at this comfy spot, with an average size bull grazing in the willows above us.

This is mining country. Everywhere you look are signs of mining. Here's another view of the camp. My pard is standing in an old cat trail, which is mostly a 4 wheeler trail now. You can see an old water pipeline that brought water down to this creek, from another creek.

We were glassing the average bull at 10:00 pm that evening, wondering if we should take him after midnite, might still be enough light to shoot even. My buddy had flown that morn, so we left the bull for opening morning. Figured he'd still be close by when we got up.
Lots of folks hunt around here, with most of them getting serious right off the bat. As luck would have it, just as it got light that morning, here comes another ATV. 2 young lovers on a 4 wheeler looking to get a moose. They continued up the trail, and I suspect, scared off our bull. Never saw him again! I went a different direction that morn, over the hill with the water pipe, to look for another bull my pard had spotted the previous morn. Small one, but we weren't gonna be picky.
Got to where the bull had been spotted, and he was there. Problem was, he was with 4 cows in the brush. Didn't see any way to get to him without scaring him off. I kept quiet and watched plus glassed other areas for moose. Saw several cows, but no bulls. Finally gave up around noon and headed back to camp. Took a rest, ate, and discussed our next move. My oldest kid was with us, but had to return to town that evening. Bout 2 pm we all 3 headed back over the hill to see if that bull was still there and what we could do about getting him.
only a few minutes on the wheelers and we were glassing over the willow patch he was last seen in. He was still there, and so was at least one cow. We left the wheelers above the moose and walked down. On the way, we passed 2 of the cows that had been with the bull that morn. Looked like only 1 cow was with the bull. As we watched from about 300 yds away, the last cow headed away from us towards a small river. We moved a little close, to a high spot. I told the others that bull would either come towards us to join the 2 cows we had passed, or he would follow the other cow to the river. I moved to our left to be in a position to shoot him if he moved to the river, leaving my pard and my boy to do the shooting if he came that way.
Ended up with the bull coming right to me. Thanks to less than ideal shooting on my part, 4 shots put him down. Here's me with the end result:

Here's my kid after some skinning, cutting, and sawing. He walked about 3/4 mile, 3 times, to bring all 3 ATVs down to the kill. Almost got attacked by an angry cow on the first hike up:

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