Selkirk bull moose.

[Turner89]

   Day 3 we were back where Errett saw the Bull on day 1.  Errett and Derek saw 2 cows, but we didn’t see or hear a bull. We hunted up through some cuts and set some cameras to finish the day.
  Saturday morning the 4th, we were all three split up glassing different areas.  I climbed to the top of a cut where I could look down on Sema creek meadows.  As soon as I got to the top, I spotted a bull about a mile away in a beaver pond. I called Derek on the radio, and he flew over to take my spot to keep an eye on the bull while I tried to get down to him. Errett made his way to the other side of the ridge he was on so he could watch from the other side of the bowl.  I was on My bakcou riding down to a gate that would get me close. When I checked in with Derek before going around the gate, he informed me that someone else had just smoked the bull and he was down in the beaver pond.   

[Turner89]

 After the second shot a pack of wolves started howling. They did this for about 45 minutes.  We had never heard wolves howl before, so it was a surreal moment. They seemed very close, but we never saw one.  I went down to the pond to look at what I had missed out on and to see if I could help. I never saw the shooter, he had gone back for help, which was a smart move. That must have been hell getting that bull out of the pond.  Later that day we drove by another gate that led down toward that bull. He had what looked like a lot of help parked at the gate.  I doubt anyone part of that pack out will ever forget it…LOL
  We ended that night down at the Nordman tavern watching the Tigers beat the M's in game 1.

[trophyhunt]

I hunted that area between those gates too, loved it and always saw sign on that road.  Why in the hell would you shoot a bull moose while he was in the middle of a swamp???  Sure hope they had a portable winch!

[Turner89]

  The next day Derek had to go back to work. I decided to ride out behind the gate we were camped on and Errett went looking for the bull we saw on opening day. I didn’t see anything, but a lot of wolf tracks and scatt.  I was shocked at the amount of wolf sign. It was everywhere.  Errett saw a cow, but no bull.  I decided to head home that night to get a shower and some supplies. Errett rented a motel in Newport and watched the seahawks lose to Tampa Bay.
  Monday I woke up in my own bed at home. Somehow, During the night I tweaked my back. I believe from the 6-1/2 hr. drive home. I haven’t had back pain like this in over 20 years.  It improved a bit throughout the day, but I still had to make that brutal 6-1/2 hour drive back to camp that night. Man, I regretted coming home the night before. I made it back over to moose camp at about 10pm.  I could barely get out of the truck. For the next 2 days me and Errett would go out in the morning until about 10am and then I would head back to the tent for the remainder of the day and rest my back.    Errett would continue looking for a bull.
 Thursday night October 9th my nephew Evan and Dylan drove into camp.
 We went over the game plan for the next day. They were going south towards grouse Knob and Errett was going to see if he could find the opening day bull since we hadn’t been there in a while.   My back would determine where I would go in the morning.

[Turner89]

I hunted that area between those gates too, loved it and always saw sign on that road.  Why in the hell would you shoot a bull moose while he was in the middle of a swamp???  Sure hope they had a portable winch!

Yea, that area is pretty sweet. 
   I didn't see that bull get shot myself. I'm not sure., but I believe he ended up in that part of the pond after the first shot.   I never did talk to him, I'd like to hear the story on how they got him out. I bet it's a good one.

[millerwheeler]

After the second shot a pack of wolves started howling. They did this for about 45 minutes.  We had never heard wolves howl before, so it was a surreal moment. They seemed very close, but we never saw one.  I went down to the pond to look at what I had missed out on and to see if I could help. I never saw the shooter, he had gone back for help, which was a smart move. That must have been hell getting that bull out of the pond.  Later that day we drove by another gate that led down toward that bull. He had what looked like a lot of help parked at the gate.  I doubt anyone part of that pack out will ever forget it…LOL
  We ended that night down at the Nordman tavern watching the Tigers beat the M's in game 1.

Those wolves howled for a while but there were 7 of us and we made quick work packing that moose out in one trip and yea it died in the pond the shot was 786 yards

[millerwheeler]

I hunted that area between those gates too, loved it and always saw sign on that road.  Why in the hell would you shoot a bull moose while he was in the middle of a swamp???  Sure hope they had a portable winch!

Chain saw winch and was how it worked out

[MADMAX]

786
That’s a poke

[millerwheeler]

786
That’s a poke

Ya was pretty wild shooter was happy to get a bull I sent him link I don’t  want to distract from  the original post. Hope he shares

[Turner89]

   I decided I would go South with Evan and Dylan.  Of course we were just getting to the top of the pass when we got a text from Errett, “BULL 340YDS”. So I turn around and take off for Petite lake. 55 minutes later I get up to Errett.  I can barely walk due to my awesome back situation. 
 Errett starts cow calling again now that I’m there. (He had to quit calling because the bull was coming right to him and I wasn't there yet.) Instantly we hear a branch breaking below us and a few grunts. Then he comes out of the timber and into a clearing, I can see pretty much his whole body, but not his head, I had the cross hairs right on him but wasn’t sure it was a bull. When He did show his head, he was walking and never stopped. I couldn’t get steady enough to take a shot.
 That missed opportunity stung a little bit. I had the guys here to help get him out and My back didn’t seem to be getting any better.

   I finally decided to drive to priest river and try and see a chiropractor.

 Errett drove to the Tamarack hardware store and bought a sweet gun rest out of disgust.   
 
Dr Kiriaka at Chiropractic plus made room for me at the end of the day.  He did a great job with what he had to work with.     I felt a lot better after seeing him, still sore, but definite improvement. I got better every day after that visit. Thank you, sir.
 
  The next morning, we all took off for our spots that we discussed the night before.  All glassing different areas, but within radio contact of each other. I looked down at a clearing about a ½ mile away and realized that the rock I thought I saw was actually a small bull. I took off down the road on the Bakcou to check it out. I was able to get the cross hairs on him broadside at 40 yards. I almost pulled the trigger, with what I had going on with my back and having the guys there to help get him out, but I just couldn’t do it. I still had a month and half to go. 

[Turner89]

 Sunday 12th was pretty dead. It felt like a great day, but nobody saw anything.  We went down to Elkins to watch the Mariners thump the Bluejays.
Evan had to leave that day unfortunately, and Errett had to leave the next day.  That left me and Dylan until Wednesday the 15th.  I planned on leaving that day and coming back on the 15th of November and staying until the end of the season if necessary. That would give my back some time to recover and maybe get some consistent snow to hunt in.  Tuesday came, and Dylan and I split up, each of us covering some different land. I went South and he went north. 
 Around mid-morning I got a message from Dylan that he had broken down.  He had ended up walking a couple miles before someone picked him up.  We met up back at camp and then went to see if we could start the truck or tow, it to Tamarak. On the way to his truck we saw a 3point whitetail on the other side of Granite creek. Would have been an easy shot for Dylan, but we didn’t know at the time what we were in for with the pickup, so he let him walk.  Thankfully,” the old tap the starter with a hammer trick’’ worked.
 Dylan decided not to take his chances with the starter and would leave for home that night. My back had started feeling better and after a pep talk from my wife decided to stay on by myself until I got one or until Sunday.
    This was the first time in 18 days that I was on my own, and I would be for the next 5 days.  Help was 6-1/2 hours away.