Shiras Moose Hunt - A lot of firsts...

JoMo

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How could it be over so quickly!?!? Super grateful, excited, surprised, overwhelmed, lucky, a tinge sad... All of these things rattled through my head at lightning speed the morning of 9/6 this season.

I was one of the fortunate applicants in CO to have my name selected from the hat to hunt a bull shiras moose this year. While surprised, I was also a bit confused during the draw process with both my wife and I falling victim to some insane point creep in what we thought should have been layups for this year for other tags. Regardless, I will take this luck! Thankfully, she was taking on a lifelong pipe dream of floating the Grand Canyon while I was holding down the home front with the kiddos when I was receiving the draw details, so I had some time to digest.

Under normal circumstances, I couldn't be more excited, but given my recent lucky streak with draws, I couldn't help to think of some challenging logistics and conversations on the home front as a result of drawing yet another "once in a lifetime" tag that would easily take up lots of my attention span in the months to come, as well as the potential for a long period of time this fall. My wife now doesn't believe there are "OIL" tags... For this tag, CO has a "season's choice" tag for bull moose which allows you to hunt any or all of the seasons for archery, muzzleloader, or rifle. You clearly just need to make sure you are paying attention to the dates for when what is valid. That said, this year's combined season opened 9/6 and would wrap up on 10/14.

I was blessed to draw a sheep tag in 2023, a OIL oryx tag on range in NM in 2024 (still need to post), and then this moose tag and yet another oryx tag (broken horn). This is to simply say that over the last 3 seasons, I have been spending more time than "normal" leading up to these hunts mentally prepping, escouting new terrain, edu-ma-cating myself on habits, ranges, patterns, etc. of these new critters. This is all with two young gremlins on the home front (turned 6 and 8 this year).

So with the context in hand, I started what has become a bit of a routine for a new hunt. I started a google spreadsheet where I could organize my thoughts and notes. I jumped into the stats that CO provides, reached out to fellow hunt talkers, connected with friends, read some books, scoured the internet, made phone calls, etc. I had only ever backpacked in the area of my tag, chasing high country cutties, but had never hunted. By the end of May, I felt like I had a reasonable plan to start piecing together a plan. Before I knew it, summer time living was in full swing with the realization that I likely wouldn't be making it down to the unit for any boots on the ground scouting until late summer. I still felt good given that I had created a baseline schedule for how I would attack the season. I planned to spend the initial week with a bow, head back for another 5 day "weekend" later in September with the bow, and lean on another 6-7 day stint in October with a rifle should I need it.
 
We headed down as a family for labor day weekend and set up the wall tent which I set up in a central location for many different drainages I had my eye on with the intention it would serve as my home base for the entire hunt. Archery elk was slated to open on the Tuesday following labor day weekend, so the area was also plenty busy with excited elk hunters rolling in from near and far along with a decent number of folks simply enjoying the beautiful public lands for the holiday weekend. I took full advantage of the influx of folks as we explored the area, stopping to talk with as many folks as possible. Many of which were hunters who had spent decades stomping up and down the mountains with plenty of first hand knowledge and details of where they had seen moose. There were only a handful of moose tags for my unit, which makes for a unique experience. The vast majority of folks are super excited to share their knowledge in hopes of helping me (and the other moose hunters) out.

By the end of the weekend, I had countless new onx pins, more contacts in my inreach, a base camp to return to, lots of raspberries, and a few photos we were able to snap of some moose while scouting as a family.

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I returned to the unit on the evening before the opener, stopping first at two elk camps on my drive in to talk with folks who I had met the week before. They shared they had seen moose (and plenty of elk), but nothing they seemed overly excited about sending me after. Instead, I made it to camp to meet with one other buddy who decided to pick up leftover elk tag and be available if I needed help. I made sense of the yard sale of my gear and schemed to head up to a high-country basin first thing in the morning for the opener. I also made sure to take some Tylenol PM to ensure that I didn’t simply toss and turn all night, giddy for chasing moose the next morning.

As they do, the alarm came early and I got going, although taking more time than I had wanted to finish gathering my items and stuffing them into my pack for the first morning. I had about a 40 minute drive to the parking spot I intended to park at and ease my way into/up the drainage – but I never made it.

The slow sunrise didn’t wait for my delay, so I was trying my best to fly up the mountain. I got to one spot where the road overlooks a drainage that heads up and away for miles – with a small creek with lots of brush and willows choking it along the way. I decided to park and glass for a bit before proceeding. Simply looking out the truck window, I glassed for what was likely 5 minutes, trying to dissect shapes and any movement during the time when there is just enough light for the binos to offer you a view into the early morning world. I had decided to move on, but did one more quick scan of the valley when I caught sight of a partial head and ear that had flicked. Settling in, I was able to see that it was a bedded cow moose. I skimmed the area around her and eventually found a calf, also bedded below her. I pulled out the spotter and set up the tripod to further dissect the area. They both ended up standing up to feed and I was once again content on leaving when I was able to spot some antlers sticking out of some sage. BULL MOOSE!

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Fairly quickly, I was able to determine he was not a bull I wanted to pursue on day one, but regardless, I was so excited knowing I had a moose tag in my pocket and I was seeing moose on the opening morning! He also stood up to feed and I watched them for a few minutes while also continuing to scan the valley. After a bit, I first saw them all turn and look up the valley (away from me), and then heard the distinct sound of a bull moose. I zoomed in on the bull I had been watching and it was clear he was not making the noise. I start scanning more and don’t see anything, but continue to hear the noise.

Finally, I see movement. A few hundred yards up the drainage, I see another bull walking straight toward the group of three moose I was set up on. He seemed on a mission. And he got my attention immediately. I was able to get the spotter on him and was hemming and hawing about whether to go pursue him. He had double brow tines (which I had set as one of the things I was hoping for), but I knew he wasn’t one of the larger bulls I had heard stories of that the unit is capable of producing. He fit squarely into what I had heard was typical for the unit. Being day one, I simply watched and enjoyed the scene playing out below me.

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Once again, all heads and attention turn up the canyon. I scan again, this time spotting a black bear sow and a cub making their way across the drainage about 500 yards above the moose. At this point, something in me clicks and signals I should drop in and pursue the larger bull in the group. It was one of those moments when the setting was just too good, and the signals were all stacking up. At least, that’s the way I read it. My wife jokes that black bears are my spirit animal, so I took this as a sign.
 
I grabbed my bow, just when the larger bull was chasing around the cow. She seemed to have enough of him, and was trotting up the hill, calf in tow. He didn’t pursue her, but dropped down toward the creek and into the willows. The smaller bull followed him. As the calf and cow got into the trees on the far side and the bulls got into the crowded creek bottom, it set up a perfect time for me to high tail it through the open meadow/sage to drop to their level. I targeted a spot in the willows about 100-150 yards down from them, making a mental note first of a single pine coming up from the willows where they were feeding. Once at their level, I was grateful for that pine, as the willows were quickly covering any possible lanes to see them. Additionally, I was grateful that the small creek was just steep enough to have drops and chutes that were creating a good amount of gurgling that I hoped would cover the sounds of me creeping in.

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Initial view of the tops of his antlers as I was creeping in. He is ~20 yards away, dead center of the photo.

20 yards was when I first saw the tops of paddles, swaying around in the willows. Frozen, without any way of shooting, I simply waited. And waited. And waited. I took photos, videos, meanwhile continuing to shift my bow from one hand to the other while I tried to warm up my hands. Finally, I heard him moving away, so I dropped behind a clump of willows and was working around it when I saw the larger bull had moved across a small opening/high spot, chewing on a willow. I ranged and he was 16 yards from me, but he was only offering me the Texas Bullseye. Again, I waited and waited, while the smaller bull continued to work in toward me. I kept checking my wind and it was getting sucked straight down from me – perfect – no swirling, just consistent and fairly strong down.

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Finally, he turns slowly, and I draw. He is looking right at the other bull, which at this point is about 20 yards to my left. Without really thinking, the arrow is released and I see the pink fletchings, marking what I felt like was a great shot. He immediately turns and starts up the creek bottom, with the other bull following suit. I move out in front of the willow, to see him standing broadside looking around. I can see the arrow, still protruding slightly from him, with a little bit of blood coming out. I range him at 50, and am nocking another arrow when he turns and trots off behind some other willows.

I did not get the warm and fuzzies from the way he trotted off, as he didn’t seem to be hurt. Within about 20 seconds, I see a bull further up the drainage tearing up the hill toward the trees to the left. My heart sinks a bit. I mark my location on onx and do my best to make all of the mental notes in my head. I go back to the truck to gather my pack and gear, while also allowing him time to hopefully expire. After about 30 minutes at the truck, I drop back in, finding some small spats of blood fairly quickly. The frost was now melting as the sun was finally meeting the valley floor, which was causing the blood to get diluted and start running off of the grass blades. I continued tracking it, coming to a standstill at one point where tracks were tough to find and seemingly no blood to be found. Ooof. Many circles finally present some blood on a leaf, but what threw me for a loop was it was heading back into the willows to the right, not away from them to the left like I had thought. My memory had seared in the image of the bull leaving the creek bottom, heading up into the trees… Then it dawns on me that it must have been the second bull that went up to the left. I felt like an idiot for not connecting those simple dots. I follow the blood into the willows, thankfully becoming easier and easier as the brush got thicker when boom – there he is!

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I couldn’t believe it. Not only was it so thick that I nearly stepped on him, but the flood of so many emotions smack me right in the face. My first moose. My first animal with a bow. First stalk. First morning… I couldn’t believe it! I take some time to say my thanks, soak up the moment, and also wrap my head around the task at hand.
 
Congrats @JoMo
Excited for you to get that Moose, and you made it look a little too easy, however, I know if was not easy!
Now it is time for your broken horn oryx. Looking forward to hearing about that one too.
 
After the moment dawns on me, I get on the inReach to first alert the wife on the home front, and then also my buddy who was elk hunting relatively nearby. I take quick stock of the lay of the land and realize just how fortunate I was for where he fell. While it's still in the thick of the willows, he somehow fell on the smallest part of ground that was not muddy, submerged, or in the creek. Literally, there was about a 10' circle around him where is was dry. I got out the pack saw and took care of the willows all around him as best as possible and got my kill kit laid out. I was grateful that I had a good sheet of tyvek along with the saw which made prepping the location much easier. I knew I wanted to pack out the cape so I took my time in making the cuts, making access to remove the front shoulder first. After working on the front, the temp was rising and the sun was also creeping in so I pulled out my pack tarp and rigged that up to create some shade. I also knew it was calling for rain later in the day, but thankfully we dodged that throughout breaking him down. I then moved on to the hind, which was a substantial feat solo. After getting the hind off of the carcass, I was able to somewhat lift just enough of it to sneak some of the rolled up game bag under it, eventually laying it down and rolling it up like a sock. While large, I honestly was bracing for what I expected to be a larger hind. No idea on actual weight for just the hind quarter, but I doubt it was pushing 100.
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As I was skinning the top side my blade hit something hard and it was the exit of the broadhead. It had just punctured the ribs but not the hide. While low, it was still right where it counted, confirming that the shot was a good, broadside shot which I was happy for.

Initially, my wife thought I was joking when she received the text, but after confirming it was true, we crafted a plan for her to drive up with the kids early the following morning so they could "help." My friend who was elk hunting was able to get to me just before 11am, right after I had the hind off and was working on the backstrap. I was grateful for him to show up after we took care of the top side, as it was an absolute chore getting him rolled over.
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Through the afternoon, we worked together to get everything else bagged up, and he started with the initial load as I was wrapping up with any loose meat and the final loin. At this point I was insanely grateful of the short hike out - just over .5 miles to the truck and minimal vert to climb. We each had taken three loads when my other friend from Denver arrived with his son - just in time to retrieve the last load and then celebrate a cold one back at the truck right around 5:45.

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