Look at me, look at me... I drew a moose tag.

[kansasdad]

I leave Friday for Montana for a week of Moose hunting... This is getting me really excited!

Please don’t get so excited you forget your bear spray!





I hope the adventure is fantastic.

 

[MO Betta]

How about a 3+ month long thread with a @Dinkshooter inspired title, loads of pictures of crap I won't shoot, lots of getting in shape, lots of semi-relevant babble and hopefully a dead moose at the end...... Coming to a forum near you....

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Ah, a man of culture. I have the same crocs.

 

[misser]

almost got run over by one of them moose . had I not jumped when I did it would have

 

[sneakem]

Love a good moose tale. Keep it coming...

All good things must come to an end... But I also have a great elk tag that needs attention before archery is over...

Not my harvest, but a local guys bow harvest on the opener...51" figure its okay to share since it’s posted on social and I’ve been text 30 times with the same picture..

 

[sneakem]

 

[Oak]

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Wow, a rare @Outdooraddict sighting.

 

[MThuntr]

bummer you didn't seal the deal. Good luck with the elk tag

 

[BAKPAKR]

I am sorry you didn’t get your moose after all of the time you put into scouting. Good luck on the elk.

 

[GoWyo!]

Rifle season?

 

[sneakem]

Colorado moose season runs until October 14th... doubt I'll need all of that though.

 

[Sask hunter]

When are you headed back? The moose hunting will be getting better by the day now

 

[Khunter]

Colorado moose season runs until October 14th... doubt I'll need all of that though.

Good to hear you will be back after the moose.

 

[BradA]

Good luck on your elk and moose tag once you get back after it.

 

[sneakem]

Man… drawing a moose tag on top of a premium elk tag is tough. Spent a few days chasing elk this last weekend, wishing that I could have spent a little more time chasing elk with the bow. Easily one of the most fun elk hunts I’ve had, if you call, you literally have to chase the elk off.. passed so many good bulls, I’m certain if I would have hunted the entire season I could have arrowed a tank as I’ve passed a number of 320+ bulls as well as hordes of dinks…

Oh well, real world problems… I’m certain I can kill a bull the size of some I’ve passed when the rifle hunt rolls around, so I’ll still see if I can hold for a big guy…

Anyways… some elk action…

 

[littlebighorn]

I've only been "tag rich" once many years ago. Unfortunately I didn't do either hunt justice.
Good luck on moose and elk and thanks for the update! Cool videos.

 

[sneakem]

All good things must come to an end... But I also have a great elk tag that needs attention before archery is over...

Anyways… let’s rewind a couple of weeks. What real story doesn’t have a flashback?

So lets rewind to the night before the moose charging incident. The weather has been ridiculously warm, the moose sightings have been few and far between, and I am traveling wide and far to try to scrounge up a good moose. All the moose I have watched this summer have disbanded and disappeared.

At this point I am mobile camping. All my gear in the truck, sleep in the bed under the tonneau, cover as much country as I can as fast as I can. I look at the forecast lows for the weekend and Saturday is supposed to get down to 36 overnight and return into the high 70’s. This is possibly the coolest day we’ve had in weeks. I awake to this..

 

[sneakem]

So with the heavy frost and cold, I head to an area that is a known high density moose area. A huge willow river bottom, surrounded by lodgepole pine. Surely with the cold snap overnight, this will fire things up a little. A couple hours on the move, calling, glassing.. nothing!

At this point I retreat to a spot I scouted early this summer. As I am walking in, crashing through the down timber (think pickup sticks) I suddenly hear a grunt, followed by another, and another. There is obviously a bull that heard the commotion of busting timber and he is heading this way to check it out…

So this is cool… I get to call my first moose of the year. I play with him, he’s not a big moose but it’s fun. Well about the 4th time I call him in, he gets tired of my crap… as he rounds the corner of the tree I have been keeping between the two of us, I see him lean his head, the evil white of his rolling eyes, his ears pin back and he starts to accelerate… insert the previous video…


I circle the tree frantically, with the sound of antlers crashing through the branches behind me, and then he veers and heads on a trot to the willows. Fun times, I nearly shat my pants…

It’s now nearing mid day, I decide I’m going to run back home, the frost has turned into soaking wet waist high grass, i could use a pair of dry pants and some Taco Bell and let the heat dry things out a little before the evening hunt..

 

[sneakem]

So, I change my pants, mentally plan my evening hunt, preemptively load the 4wheeler that my bro-inLaw brought for me to use for tomorrow morning’s potential hunt into a remote area I haven’t been, and I head out.

As I am driving to the evening spot, I am noticing the is a significant amount of traffic and people about. As I get closer to my evening destination, I realize there is a huge race this weekend, thousands of people running through the heart of the the best elk and moose country in the middle of Muzzleloader season… because why not…


Well… abort mission. I’ll stop and talk to some elk hunters to see if they’ve been seeing anything.. It’s a little early for elk hunters to be at camp. I do find a couple, nobody has seen a thing… I keep driving… looking into willow bottoms…. Nothing….

And then it happens…

 

[sneakem]

I drop my vanilla zinger right on the dirty floor mat… damn!

 

[BAKPAKR]

So with the heavy frost and cold, I head to an area that is a known high density moose area. A huge willow river bottom, surrounded by lodgepole pine. Surely with the cold snap overnight, this will fire things up a little. A couple hours on the move, calling, glassing.. nothing!

At this point I retreat to a spot I scouted early this summer. As I am walking in, crashing through the down timber (think pickup sticks) I suddenly hear a grunt, followed by another, and another. There is obviously a bull that heard the commotion of busting timber and he is heading this way to check it out…

So this is cool… I get to call my first moose of the year. I play with him, he’s not a big moose but it’s fun. Well about the 4th time I call him in, he gets tired of my crap… as he rounds the corner of the tree I have been keeping between the two of us, I see him lean his head, the evil white of his rolling eyes, his ears pin back and he starts to accelerate… insert the previous video…


I circle the tree frantically, with the sound of antlers crashing through the branches behind me, and then he veers and heads on a trot to the willows. Fun times, I nearly shat my pants…

It’s now nearing mid day, I decide I’m going to run back home, the frost has turned into soaking wet waist high grass, i could use a pair of dry pants and some Taco Bell and let the heat dry things out a little before the evening hunt..

After the moose encounter, it was very convenient that the wet grass gave you another a reason to go home to change your pants.