( Posted Jul 8 2015 )
We got aboard the bike and headed back to camp. As the place where we had used the caller earlier that morning came into sight I looked at the cutover and couldn't believe my eyes, for there standing in the cutover, was a bull I could only assume had just parachuted in from Alaska. Behind him nearer the tree line were two huge cows. "What the hell god, dam" Greg throated while standing on the rear foot pegs to stare in awe. There it was standing about one hundred feet from where we had been calling earlier, its twenty plus point antlers gleaming in the early morning sun and we with a measly five pointer already down. He posed long enough to shoot him ten times had we been allowed to, then he turned and headed into the brush along with the cows. "Don't that take the cake". Had we of waited a while longer after using the caller this one might have been our reward. Apparently the caller had worked, it was no coincidence those moose were there, and had I not been so doubtful, all of the pictures with Greg in them would have had to been taken in wide angle mode just to capture his smile. "Oh well" I said "that's hunting!" "Don't that take the cake" Greg kept repeating to himself. With one last look I thumbed the bike in gear and off we went.