Post by jchtrh on Sept 16, 2013 19:58:06 GMT -8
I left for my bi-annual Moose hunt on Thursday last week. I left with my two boys, father-in-law, brother and friend. My friend and I left for a 3 hour boat ride east of home, following my father-in-law who left 4 hours ahead of us to set up camp while we finished the last day of work prior to the start of leave.
Right when we arrived, we were greeted with something that I haven't seen. I took it as a sign of possible good luck.
We arrived late, only had about an hour of daylight to hunt, no luck that evening. My friend, brother and I decided to head up towards the Yukon to better our chances while my father-in-law and boys stayed behind to goose hunt and fish. It was a 5 hour boat ride and very cold.
We ended up seeing a cow moose run in to a meadow and we shot it, tracked it for a 1/4 mile, only to find it wounded with a broken leg and a chest shot. She broke her leg while running from us, but it made it easier to find her and catch up to her. I put her down as she ran towards the river, with one shot from my S&W 500. It was more work than anticpated, because of the muddy bank and deep slope, but we managed fairly well.
We made our way to Pilot Station, a village on the Yukon and filled our gas tanks. We left back towards the Kashunak River and had to make camp due to diminishing light. We had no choice but to hang the Moose on our campground.
I woke up around 6 and went to the bathroom. I heard something in the woods behind me, normal, but still unsettling. I returned to the tent and listened for about half an hour and after hearing just a few twigs snap, fell asleep.
I awoke at 8 to my friend tapping my shoulder and he had his finger pressed against his mouth and whispered "do you hear that?" I listened and hear what sounded like watter splashing, at least to my tired ears. I focused a littled more and heard snarling, grunting and bones being broke. I grabbed my 500 and my friend grabbed his knife, because his rifle was in the boat. I proceeded to the door of the tent and was about to unzip the door, but stopped when the noise became closer. I heard sniffing about a foot outside the tent, took a step back and pointed my gun in the general direction. I waited about 30 seconds, heard the chewing noise again and decided to open the vent on the door. Right when I unzipped it, I was greated with a black bear staring right at me about 5 feet away. I pointed my revolver at the bear and waited until it returned to destoying my hard earned meat. I took aim, covering my left ear and shot. The bear dropped instantly and only kicked away a few times.
We waited until it stopped moving and went out to inspect our intruder and the damage it made. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, tell me what you think.
Right when we arrived, we were greeted with something that I haven't seen. I took it as a sign of possible good luck.
We arrived late, only had about an hour of daylight to hunt, no luck that evening. My friend, brother and I decided to head up towards the Yukon to better our chances while my father-in-law and boys stayed behind to goose hunt and fish. It was a 5 hour boat ride and very cold.
We ended up seeing a cow moose run in to a meadow and we shot it, tracked it for a 1/4 mile, only to find it wounded with a broken leg and a chest shot. She broke her leg while running from us, but it made it easier to find her and catch up to her. I put her down as she ran towards the river, with one shot from my S&W 500. It was more work than anticpated, because of the muddy bank and deep slope, but we managed fairly well.
We made our way to Pilot Station, a village on the Yukon and filled our gas tanks. We left back towards the Kashunak River and had to make camp due to diminishing light. We had no choice but to hang the Moose on our campground.
I woke up around 6 and went to the bathroom. I heard something in the woods behind me, normal, but still unsettling. I returned to the tent and listened for about half an hour and after hearing just a few twigs snap, fell asleep.
I awoke at 8 to my friend tapping my shoulder and he had his finger pressed against his mouth and whispered "do you hear that?" I listened and hear what sounded like watter splashing, at least to my tired ears. I focused a littled more and heard snarling, grunting and bones being broke. I grabbed my 500 and my friend grabbed his knife, because his rifle was in the boat. I proceeded to the door of the tent and was about to unzip the door, but stopped when the noise became closer. I heard sniffing about a foot outside the tent, took a step back and pointed my gun in the general direction. I waited about 30 seconds, heard the chewing noise again and decided to open the vent on the door. Right when I unzipped it, I was greated with a black bear staring right at me about 5 feet away. I pointed my revolver at the bear and waited until it returned to destoying my hard earned meat. I took aim, covering my left ear and shot. The bear dropped instantly and only kicked away a few times.
We waited until it stopped moving and went out to inspect our intruder and the damage it made. They say a picture is worth a thousand words, tell me what you think.
