Here I sit on my glassing knob waiting for darkness to fade to light, oddly warm this morning. Today is my first day truly solo no spotters no co pilot just man vs beast, no help until the checkmate call is made. The thought of that is definitely daunting but also exciting. If this was truly the last time I will gear up for a Washington bull moose it’s going to be a job starting the break down process alone until packers arrive, but also will an amazing experience to spend time alone with the creature on his turf in gods country. The trip up the hill was slow as I thought back on the last few days and even months. The excitement of seeing drawn to the sheer panic of the email stating the draw mishap. The ups and downs of scouting seeing lots of moose to no moose, finally coming into season without seeing a bull if remotely think about harvesting. Season has gone pretty well no real downs to say, I’m at peace with the choices I’ve and ready for the outcome they bring. Here’s to possibly my last sunrise as a Washington bull moose hunter.
