Back to the moose hunt. It's taken me several years to get drawn in the wildlife management unit I wanted for moose. It's a large WMU but only has a handful of tags every year. I had a moose tag and a friend from southern Alberta also was drawn for a neighbouring WMU. We hunted out of my lodge. It was windy and hot for the first few days of Oct and there was little action. It got real cold on the night of day three and the next morning was cold and clear.
We were heading down the road for a morning hunt in my new Defender Max SxS when we came across a fellow hunter I knew who was on horseback. He'd lost one of his horses Dudley the day before and was still looking for him. He was about to ride down a 8 km / 5 mile trail to look for sign. I told him I would blast down in a look for him. He didn't want us to divert from our hunt but we wanted to help out. I told him it would be good karma.
There was no horse on the road so we continued on to our hunt destination, just a little later than planned. We dropped a bunch of Ruffled Grouse and Spruce hens on the way. The defender has a drop down front windshield so my passenger would just drop the glass and blast from the front seat. Deadly as the chicken is alerted. And for all you internet police this is on bush trails not a roadway.
We got to our first location and I started calling. Worked the birch horn and scapula for 30 minutes but no responses we could hear. We figured we'd give it half an hour so my friends stayed in the opening while I headed into the bush for a circle through the bush. I wasn't gone 20 minutes and I heard a shot. i went back and there was a dead moose lying 30 feet from the SxS. While cleaning chickens my one buddy looked up and saw a set of horns breaking over the top of the slope they were on. He called out to Kelly who had the tag, and was looking through his scope to see if it was clean, "There's a moose!" Kelly turned and shot the moose behind the ear as its head cleared the top of the slope. It fell over dead. Talk about an easy bull. It had heard the calls and was working his way in quietly. An average young bull, and Kelly's first moose so he was a happy guy.
I had to hide in the bush for over an hour watching them clean it before I could walk out and pretend I'd just arrived. I Avoided all the dirty work. Just joking, but they did have have the job well in hand when I strolled up. We loaded up the moose then made a 30 km / 18 mile drive to my WMU and hunted the rest of the day. Just as the day was winding up we were heading down the trail when I came around the corner and a nice bull was standing there facing us head on at 80 yards. I came to a stop and opened the door and gave the bull a grunt as I scrambled for gun and loaded it up.
He walked 15 yards closer and stood head on. Seeing as he was giving me the time I dropped onto my butt and took a rest of my knee. The bull turned broadside and I launched a 325 grain 45-70 shell and that was that. Took out the heart and the bull fell by the side of the trail. We quickly processed the moose and finished up as dark was falling. We had to return to the lodge to unload the first moose and grab a bite and then blast back to get mine as this is grizzly country. We got back to camp at 2:30 a.m. We also saw a massive moose run across the trail 5 minutes away from my bull. I'm talking big. My bull had a broken tine and gouge marks in its back. I think I know who kicked its butt. It was a long and productive day. My Dad wasn't physically with us as he was hunting deer at camp but was thrilled when we brought two bulls home. He's 90 and still has the fire in him to hunt.