Taken on Sep 22 2010
Well he turned to face me and even in the dimness of the morning I could see the redness in his eyes, if it was the result of rage or alcohol I couldn't be sure, this is it I fiured I'm a done deal. "You…." I cut him off "you won't fall asleep no more this morning will ya" I said laughing. "My heart is beating like it's going to come right out of my body" he said "I gotta sit down for a bit" "Go ahead" I replied "we'll wait here for a spell and see if anything comes out"
I reached in my pocket and took out an electronic moose caller that I borrowed from one of the other guides before we left. I had never used one before and the only instructions I had were from the guide who I don't think used it before either, had told me "just use this button here, it's a cow in heat call, the rest don't work anyway". Well I turned it on, turned it up as loud as it would go and raised my arm as I as high in the air as it would go, for what reason I didn't know, and pressed the button. As soon as the "noises" started coming from the machine I instantly placed the unit inside my coat trying desperately to get it to stop. If a moose came after the noise that was being emitted I guessed it would be too stupid to shoot and eat anyway. "Well jesus" I said "there's neither moose left in the country after that"
Anyway the damage was already done so I pushed every button one after the other. With both of us laughing I had bulls fighting, cows pissing in water and a lost calf frantically trying to locate its mother, but stare as we might into the fog and forest edge neither a moose showed. Of course there wouldn't be I thought they are all running for parts unknown as fast as they could to escape the dreadful noises echoing through the forest. "Jump on" I said "let's get going this place is done". I put the caller in the seat of the bike instead of back in my pocket, I won't be using that anymore I said to myself.
We went about a couple of miles and suddenly I caught sight of the ass of a moose sticking out of the alders a couple of hundred feet up a side road. I quickly stopped and Greg who was far more alert now, also had seen the moose and got off. We walked back and the moose had emerged from the alders and was now facing us, a five point trophy, three points on one side and two on the other, what a beauty. "Give it to him" I said. "You want me to shoot THAT" he said. I don't know if his hesitation was being brought on by the pitiful looking rack or that he was too sick to help me clean it up. "Indeed I do" I said "give it to him, it's Friday don't you remember. By the way things have been going this week you'll be lucky to get another chance." He raised the gun and off went another bull into moose heaven, I looked skyward and thanked the lord for the "gift".
We took our photos with me having to remind Greg to smile for every shot. Once we had it cleaned up he looked at me and said "you're right I should be glad to have this moose" "Yepper'" I said "you can't shoot a big one every time" "No you're right" he replied.