Time for round 2. 6 hr drive,300 miles. With all my feelers out have got word that the moose are starting to rut. Good deal. Up on the mountain bright and early. Cant see a lot. Not cause its dark, its soooooo foggy you cant see 50yds. Jim and I walk out a logging road. We stop every 100yds of so and I try my best grunt call. Nothing happens. I think I need to work on it. Another 100yds. I grunt. Nothing. What the heck I’ll try again. Practice makes perfect. Nothing. Try cow calling. Sound like a sick something or other. Nothing. We stand there for a few minutes, decide to keep on walking. Take a few steps and I see something. Holy _ _ _ _. It’s a moose. A Bull. I cow or grunt, cant remember whitch. Still coming. About 60 yds and headed our way. Fog is lifting a little. Oh crap. Hes about 24” wide. We just let him walk off. I was pumped though. I think Jim was also. Keep calling and listening. No go. Tooooo foggy. We got off the mountain and headed down. In the afternoon we decided to go up on the hill that we had seen the cow and calf at daylight. On the first trip up there 2-3 weeks ago, a friend of ours was on the hill the day after we saw the cow and calf and saw a 50” laying next to the road. Hot tip. So up Jim and I go. Its kind of cloudy, but no fog. We walk and call and nothing. Now the wind is starting to blow. Reallllllllly black clouds coming. Its starts to drizzle. Then rain. Then KABOOM!!!!! About ¼ of a mile from the truck I would guess. In the truck we go. FLASH/BANG. That one was close. Time to beat feat off the mountain. It all stopped before we got off the hill. Have some pics of rainbows. No pics of Moose. HOSED AGAIN.
Next morning we leave the far north country and head south. So far I have hunted 3GMUS and saw for moose. Lets try for 4 and 4. Takes us a few hours to get to civilization. Newport that is. Find a motel, check in, dump the trailer, and up another mountain. More driving. Jim drives the most, bless his sole. Jim finds a rutting pit next to a road. Put this in the memory bank for later. Drive, walk, grunt, cow call the rest of the day. Nothing. Should have bought more calling videos. Might not make me call any better, but it would make me feel good. By days end, it was clear, sunny, and warm. No I think it was hot. To the hotel for cocktails, shower. and food. Up early next am. In the area of the rutting pit, we stop and go up the hill. I grunt, and cow call. Maybe an hr. Nothing. Back to the truck. Coffee cup filled, make a plan to go further up the road. About ¼ mile up the road, Jim stops. Moose Moose, get your gun. This isn’t nice, but I said Dude, I am going to look first before I get my gun. I get out, there he is 50yds from the road. 50” id say. Only double brows. I want one with triples. I really give him a hard lookover. 7 on one side 8 on the other. One thing that I really noticed was that his points on the paddles were just bumps. I wanted something with tine length. I grunted at him a few times and he walked off. That was it. No more moose on this trip. Total driving, somewhere around1200. Moose count, 2 bulls. I feel the weather hosed me again Home we go.
These are some pics of before and then after the huge thunder and lightning storm
