My trip was pretty easy this year...
Combined with wife to travel the southern interior en route to Cranbrook for my hunt. En route my buddy got ahold of me that his son had dropped an elk, and so had he. One of the elk was for me as they still had a family moose draw in the area. Pressure is off for the meat already!
I arrive, we decide to do a lot of partying and a little hunting because I got grits, and it just feels right. First evening out pass up a couple of what are now legal mule deer... see some does, thats it.
Up next morning drive to top of mountain where Al has moose draw and start our hike. Get to the lake and do some glassing. Al spots an elk up a clearing - wait, it's not an elk, it's a huge muley, let's get him.
Range finder puts him at just over 700 yards up the hill, gotta cross a big slide to even get to the bottom of that hill. Work our way across and start up the clearing. We have a set of trees between us and him to use for cover. Creep up to them and lift my binocs to the spot he was last spotted. His head is huge and staring at me - he had come towards our stand of trees as we were creeping up! Lower specs, poke Al and we both look together. He's gone. Like dissapeared gone.
Can't figure out how he could have gotten past us, must have backtracked into the trees behind him in a split second. We continue on. I go low and Al goes high. All of a sudden I hear hoofs coming, so jump up and look. Three bucks coming down from Al, 2 four points and a three, but not the guy we were after so we let them go. The discussion about packing a deer down from here had led to the conclusion - not unless he's a trophy!
Keep poking around, but no sign of the big guy and its getting to be about 4:30. Time to start back down the mountain to the truck. We get down, have a cold beer and chit chat about what happened, how beautiful the area was, see some muley does come out of the trees and decide to take the truck a bit lower down the hill and do some glassing.
We drive about 3 minutes down the road and a three point bull moose jumps out of the trees in front of us followed by a calf and cow. He goes about 30 feet and jumps back down into the thick stuff. Cow and calf stay on road and keep truckin. Truck stops instantly.
Al grabs bow, crouches down and starts up the dirt road. Gets to where the moose left the road, starts into bush and stops dead. There is the moose, standing broadside 20 yards away. Zip pow! Grunts, turns tail and starts crashing through bush. Crashing stops suddenly after a couple of seconds.
Arrow was in boiler room! He shouts. So we wait and wait and wait... about 30 mins was all we could handle and then headed in to find him. Blood trail clear, broken branches for about 30 yards and there he is, deader than a doornail!
So he's about 45 yards in total into the really thick crap, here we go...
Bleed him, gut him out, flip onto back and tie legs open to help cool. Turns out arrow had penatrated both lungs and heart. Race to town to get quad and another buddy for the extraction. See some more mule deer and a few cow elk on way down. Extraction took a lot of winching, 2 snach blocks, a chainsaw, 300 ft of rope and some creativity, but really no problem. Back to town.
Next day was a sleeper inner and then a big party night, had a riot and met some fun new folks.
Several beers consumed, moose skinned, quartered and into Als meat cooler by 2am.
Deep freeze is full between that and the seasons saltwater treasures, don't even have room for prawns and that season is upon me!![8D]
Good luck out there!
Gimee the gaff!!!