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Day 6

Last night it really kicked in how elusive these Moose are, especially big bulls. We are into day six now and havent had even a glimmer of a bull in his prime, but thats what makes them such a desired animal to hunt, so big yet so hidden from searching eyes. Kilometers and kilometers of hiking, miles and miles of glassing, hours and hours of calling and no big bulls. But todays a new day, time has taken us deeper into the rut and five days have given us a fantastic insight into this particular area.

Today we make like a squirrel and climb higher than any other day and glass, particularly on the other side of the river where the old bull was rutting last night. Hopefully a few bulls have been drawn to the cow and the bulls rutting sounds and scent. 

We worked our way up the river and ventured up a draw with flowing water before heading up onto the mountainside behind camp. The view was getting better by the meter as we climbed the ‘in your face landscape. In other words, steep.

I looked down into some lightly timber country below our incline, "struth!" Thats what we wanted to see into and thats what we wanted to see in there. An absolute monster moose tilted his antlers back and forth as he moved through the Poplar trees. With a gap from ear tip to the inside of his palms, wide palms at that, with good supporting points, he was pushing well into the high sixties. The tops and sides of his antlers were riddled with points and his fronts barely divided in the palm as they flowed around and curled up.

There was no time to spare as the bull was headed straight towards our trail that we had taken when entering the climb of the mountain. Byron checked to see if he was interested in the call and the bull froze on the sound, replied with a grunt followed by another and started to come for what he thought could have been a randy cow.

I slid down the mountain and got into position, picking a likely game trail out of three in view to wait beside while Byron kept calling from up high. The big bull was coming and he grunted straight at my position.

So far the wind had been great. The bull popped out as if it was dropped in front of me and I ease back to full draw. Two steps were all that was required to have a clear path to the vitals at thirty meters. I pealed my eyes off its huge antlers and tried to focus on the kill zone, which was blocked out by the trees.

The wind swirls for a split second and the bull is gone in about the same split second with no ethical shot on offer. Heartbreaking on such a massive antlered Moose, but awesome and overwhelming at the same time. I hiked back up the mountain to Byron, we were both choking, but bloody grateful to see such a beast.

We hiked up higher and glassed for the rest of the day. We gave the feet a bit of a break and no other Moose were spotted. I also glassed nine Dall sheep rams and two ewes, which were always pretty cool to see.

Each night we would get the pack stove blaring and hang any wet clothes or damp socks up in the top of the tipi and by morning they would be dry. This night, warm or not, I woke a few times as an animal moved around beside the tent under the concealment of darkness, a heavy animal. The safety stick laid beside Byron at the ready, it just needed a lever back and forth before it would make a big loud noise. I conjured up an image in my head of that massive Grizzly tearing into the tipi and having to let loose the 45/70 and painting the walls red with Griz and having ringing ears for the next day while hunting. Luckily the animal moved off, whatever it was, and I fell back to sleep.

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