So I finally got a good night’s sleep last night and feel half human again. After conferring with a local with recent sightings, I had the perfect plan for the morning. For the first time in three days, I timed the morning logistics perfectly and was in prime position at first light. Check out this moose habitat!


The only problem was there were zero moose. I called and raked, and raked and called, but there was not a single moose within miles of me. I had high hopes heading into this location and it was a bummer to get skunked.
I decided to head to another place nearby that I e-scouted. My friends and I went camping (I.e. partied hard) back at this site and it has a beautiful looking creek bottom with a ton of willows. My dad and I drove half way in before I walked the rest of the way on foot to keep the noise down. Well at the very end of the road were two trucks and a camp 100 yards from my beautiful creek bottom seen below:
Man was this moose heaven! I was there later in the morning than was ideal but I still tried calling and raking. No dice. It was a long steep walk back up to the truck. This concluded the morning hunt.
I had a plan for the evening set in my mind when my old man said “I want to take you to a place I used to go hunting 20 years ago.”. Well you can’t so no to that request, especially when your dad is 76 and we likely will never be back in this area again together.
It was a bit of a drive and the sketchiest road yet. The type of road where it can only fit one vehicle at a time, has almost no pull outs, and has at least a 200 foot drop straight down into a ravine off one side. I asked my dad what he was getting us into and he said “I don’t remember the road being this bad”. He says that about every road we drive down! Thankfully, we did not encounter any other vehicles on the road. There was a kid on a dirt bike and he asked us if we were hunting, we said yes and he immediately offered to turn around so he wouldn’t jeopardize our hunt. That kid‘s parents are raising him right.
This special area was really amazing for scenery pics and elk hunting, but not the best habitat for moose hunting. Oh well, it was a great memory to drive up that road with my dad and hear him telling stories of past hunts. The pictures turned out pretty well too.



Day three down with still just the one cow sighting yesterday. I have another great plan set for the morning hunt. Hopefully one of these “great plans“ pans out eventually!