Day 4: Sunday. Final day, and where in the heck do we start? I felt discouraged that it simply wouldn’t happen. I got the pot brewing coffee, frenchy (fellow hunt talker) awakens and says: it’s a bad day to be moose! That attitude lifted the spirits. I ate a good luck banana, I informed Frenchy we have one spot left to check. This spot had plenty of moose evidence but no actual sighting. With 4-wheelers loaded. A third 45-minute trip back to my stopping grounds. A 4-wheeler ride through the trees provided some much need excitement. The excitement I had being on the four-wheeler, feeling the cold air, showing Frenchy all my scouting spots was difficult to contain. I was having so much fun and laughing as we took on some new trails. We even found a grouse to take aim at. We wouldn’t be going back empty handed, at least not today. We reached my destination to dismount the 4-wheelers and go up. My onX map showed my previous tracks. I told Frenchy we are going up where I came out at and head north. South had a ton of old evidence but nothing fresh. We reached an elevation where moose like to hang out at (so I have been told), surrounded by birch and aspen trees. After walking a few more yards, a strong odor got our attention. I wasn’t sure if it was a bear or not, but it stunk. We reached the top end of the birch patch and began going through some evergreens. We quickly noticed about 12 rubs from what had to be a good size moose. The fear that it was bear quickly evaporated to excitement that we are near a moose. After taking a few more steps, Frenchy leans down to pick up something. He examines it, then chucked at me. I thought that was rude of him, but I noticed it was a piece of fat. My feelings reverted back to bear being present and we are near a kill sight. It turns out that other hunters beat us as there was a quartered up moose. Nothing left but the hide, back bone, and tons of maggots. We decided to take pictures of the sawed off limbs to play a practical joke on our buddies.
