I smell September in the wind and I'm probably annoying my wife with too many ruminations, so it's time to put this to text: observations from a Moose hunter, specifically a Unit 15 B/C hunter.
Outside of a couple moose I've shot on Kalgin Island, I'm primarily a 15C hike-in-hunter. Over the past decade, I've had good fortune, getting a Moose each year in a unit that doesn't have a great "on paper" success rate. Not honking my own horn here, but rather making the point that scouting, both digitally (initially) and on foot (repeatedly) is the best possible strategy a prospective Moose hunter can employ. Understanding how Moose move through a section of forest, where they eat, where they sleep, and where they perform their rut-time rituals is key to success. I don't know a good substitute, save luck, and I'd rather not rely on her if I can.
Historically, I've given myself a 1 mile permitter from where I park to work with. I've been involved with Moose hunts that required packing over a mile from the kill sight and found them disagreeable from the perspective of a solo hunter. However, last year has me thinking. I shot my bull early that season on state land which was great, but after processing the bounty it left me with the rest of month twiddling my thumbs so when a buddy asked me to hunt with him on federal land, I jumped. We took the 'working mans' approach, hunting evenings. On one of those evenings, I told him I'd head off in a different direction and scout for sign to see what I could see. Famous last words. At about 8:30pm, while moving to the area I wanted to check, I heard scraping, and not just any scraping, but repeated, almost robotic scraping noises on low brush. Thinking this was a human, I slowly broke through a line of spruce separating me from the 'rookie' and was presented with a 65-70" bull. My heart skipped a couple beats as he turned and looked at me. 50 yards, broadside. I stared at the bull for a good 5 seconds before slinking back into the trees and hiking towards where my buddy was at. Of course, by the time I found him, and we headed back to the big bull location, he was gone. Three more days of hunting yielded other, sub-legal bulls, but not the giant.
Later, upon reviewing google earth, I realized that the big bull was about 1.5 miles from where we parked our trucks. With two guys, I think it'd be worth the backache. Hunting solo? Not so sure, then again, in the moment? We'll see.
Outside of a couple moose I've shot on Kalgin Island, I'm primarily a 15C hike-in-hunter. Over the past decade, I've had good fortune, getting a Moose each year in a unit that doesn't have a great "on paper" success rate. Not honking my own horn here, but rather making the point that scouting, both digitally (initially) and on foot (repeatedly) is the best possible strategy a prospective Moose hunter can employ. Understanding how Moose move through a section of forest, where they eat, where they sleep, and where they perform their rut-time rituals is key to success. I don't know a good substitute, save luck, and I'd rather not rely on her if I can.
Historically, I've given myself a 1 mile permitter from where I park to work with. I've been involved with Moose hunts that required packing over a mile from the kill sight and found them disagreeable from the perspective of a solo hunter. However, last year has me thinking. I shot my bull early that season on state land which was great, but after processing the bounty it left me with the rest of month twiddling my thumbs so when a buddy asked me to hunt with him on federal land, I jumped. We took the 'working mans' approach, hunting evenings. On one of those evenings, I told him I'd head off in a different direction and scout for sign to see what I could see. Famous last words. At about 8:30pm, while moving to the area I wanted to check, I heard scraping, and not just any scraping, but repeated, almost robotic scraping noises on low brush. Thinking this was a human, I slowly broke through a line of spruce separating me from the 'rookie' and was presented with a 65-70" bull. My heart skipped a couple beats as he turned and looked at me. 50 yards, broadside. I stared at the bull for a good 5 seconds before slinking back into the trees and hiking towards where my buddy was at. Of course, by the time I found him, and we headed back to the big bull location, he was gone. Three more days of hunting yielded other, sub-legal bulls, but not the giant.
Later, upon reviewing google earth, I realized that the big bull was about 1.5 miles from where we parked our trucks. With two guys, I think it'd be worth the backache. Hunting solo? Not so sure, then again, in the moment? We'll see.