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Ah, a man of culture. I have the same crocs.How about a 3+ month long thread with a @Dinkshooter inspired title, loads of pictures of crap I won't shoot, lots of getting in shape, lots of semi-relevant babble and hopefully a dead moose at the end...... Coming to a forum near you....
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All good things must come to an end... But I also have a great elk tag that needs attention before archery is over...Love a good moose tale. Keep it coming...
Wow, a rare @Outdooraddict sighting.
Good to hear you will be back after the moose.Colorado moose season runs until October 14th... doubt I'll need all of that though.
Anyways… let’s rewind a couple of weeks. What real story doesn’t have a flashback?All good things must come to an end... But I also have a great elk tag that needs attention before archery is over...
After the moose encounter, it was very convenient that the wet grass gave youSo with the heavy frost and cold, I head to an area that is a known high density moose area. A huge willow river bottom, surrounded by lodgepole pine. Surely with the cold snap overnight, this will fire things up a little. A couple hours on the move, calling, glassing.. nothing!
At this point I retreat to a spot I scouted early this summer. As I am walking in, crashing through the down timber (think pickup sticks) I suddenly hear a grunt, followed by another, and another. There is obviously a bull that heard the commotion of busting timber and he is heading this way to check it out…
So this is cool… I get to call my first moose of the year. I play with him, he’s not a big moose but it’s fun. Well about the 4th time I call him in, he gets tired of my crap… as he rounds the corner of the tree I have been keeping between the two of us, I see him lean his head, the evil white of his rolling eyes, his ears pin back and he starts to accelerate… insert the previous video…
I circle the tree frantically, with the sound of antlers crashing through the branches behind me, and then he veers and heads on a trot to the willows. Fun times, I nearly shat my pants…
It’s now nearing mid day, I decide I’m going to run back home, the frost has turned into soaking wet waist high grass, i could use a pair of dry pants and some Taco Bell and let the heat dry things out a little before the evening hunt..