Bambistew
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I've only been on a few moose hunts, but the more I hunt them the more I'd rather spend the time hunting something a little more challenging and easier to pack. Now before someone calls me out, I've hunted a lot of diffrent critters, and hands down moose are the dumbest of the bunch. 
At least when you call an elk in he is somewhat cautious.
My girlfiend is turning into quite a huntress. She toughed it out for 6 days of difficult conditions 60+ durring the day, zero clouds, and minimal rutting activity. We saw a few nice bulls early on but they were much to far to pack, and I didn't care if it was a 65" bull, I wasn't going to bushwack a moose through 2 miles of alders, and a mile of swamp. The moose seemed to vanish as the week progressed, not due to pressure, I'm guessing due to the heat. On the 6th day she ended up taking this guy.
I put the empty quart of Pennzoil to work on a tree, let out a couple grunts and this guy came barreling in from 400 yards away. Tanya put the 325 to work and put one through the front shoulder, he spun and ran about 35 yards and piled up.
We spent the next 4 hours cutting and bagging meat, then had a 2 mile trek back to camp, of which included crossing a glacial river in the dark, going from gravel bar to gravel bar, thank god we had a GPS, or we'd have been camping out with the moose.
The next day we went back to bone out the meat, and haul it to camp. The following day we schleped it to the landing strip. I was sure glad it wasn't a monster bull, the boned hinds were only 90lbs.
Another great trip in an awesome place. The worst part of the hunt was missing a wolverine at 150 yards.
At least when you call an elk in he is somewhat cautious.My girlfiend is turning into quite a huntress. She toughed it out for 6 days of difficult conditions 60+ durring the day, zero clouds, and minimal rutting activity. We saw a few nice bulls early on but they were much to far to pack, and I didn't care if it was a 65" bull, I wasn't going to bushwack a moose through 2 miles of alders, and a mile of swamp. The moose seemed to vanish as the week progressed, not due to pressure, I'm guessing due to the heat. On the 6th day she ended up taking this guy.
I put the empty quart of Pennzoil to work on a tree, let out a couple grunts and this guy came barreling in from 400 yards away. Tanya put the 325 to work and put one through the front shoulder, he spun and ran about 35 yards and piled up.
We spent the next 4 hours cutting and bagging meat, then had a 2 mile trek back to camp, of which included crossing a glacial river in the dark, going from gravel bar to gravel bar, thank god we had a GPS, or we'd have been camping out with the moose.
The next day we went back to bone out the meat, and haul it to camp. The following day we schleped it to the landing strip. I was sure glad it wasn't a monster bull, the boned hinds were only 90lbs.
Another great trip in an awesome place. The worst part of the hunt was missing a wolverine at 150 yards.
