FITASC666
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I've just had the privilege to have a great hunt with a fellow from Idaho. Mike was paired with me for a great week of hunting in Northern BC. He was after a mature bull and I, as a first timer on moose, just wanted some meat. We had a barrel of laughs and with the guide during that memorable week we resolved all problems on this limited earth. Mike had his 35 Whelen shooting 250grns and I had my pet rifle a 416 Rigby with 400grns TBBCs.
Well a few days into the hunt we stumbled into a huge bull; a good 1400lbs. He was with his cow and wanted to defend his position. Mike shot him four times and the bull was still standing. He was hitting him; I could see the shots with my 12X42 glasses. As he ran out of ammo, Mark, our guide, backed him up with two shots from his 300 WM. The bull finally fell to his feet and never moved again. What a monster! What fabulous shooting. I ranged the moose at 256yds. Wow.
After gutting him, Mark went to camp for help to get the quarters to the meat house. I continued with Trevor, another pretty astute guide driving the truck that fine morning. After changing his flat tire, we went back to a location he felt had great potential. His previous prospecting had showed promising signs. As a precaution, we left the truck (with the small balloon tire) by the logging road and walked in slowly for the next 2 miles. We came to a clearing next to a meadow, now bearing my name. The last 250 yd approach was done in a small creek bed half dried out with soft sand to cut any noise. No wind at all. This looked perfect, but it was getting dark.
Trevor called. We waited 15mns and then we heard him. He was angry, branches braking ground trampled. Then nothing. 5 mns later he was 300yds behind us trying, most likely to pick up scent. No chance. We waited again, then Trevor sent another call. He was right back in front again and thrashing the evergreens. He was wise, he was pissed off! Silent again, we thought it was all over. Trevor said ‘’lets try a last call’’. Ok we have nothing to loose and looking through my scope I still had a few minutes of light. It was down to 2 power.
Less than 2 mns later this bull came crashing through the woods to the edge of the clear cut and stepped out. Take him, said Trevor! I got up slowly, shouldered the rifle and let the 416 roar. He bolted around and charged back for the woods. Then my second shot went through his back quarters as I tried to spine his hind as his front was already into the thicket. Oh my god. He was running down to the creek through the blow-downs. My mind was racing; had I missed him? How could I? He was only 156yds away!! Trevor spun around and asked me if the rifle had another round and if he could take it and charged after the bull as if his life depended upon it.
The silence was eerie…Then a shot and a loud shout! Had he missed too, did he finish him off? 10mns later Trevor came up the hill and met me at the side of the clearing and said’’ My friend you just shot yourself a beautiful moose!’’ What about the shout and shot? That’s when I found him!!! You killed him on the first shot, he just didn’t know it yet, he said. Let’s go down there and take a look.
It was a 1300lbs moose with a beautiful set of antlers. A prize for the 1st hunt.
Memories for life, 2 fabulous moose.
Trevor is in the picture. He earned it! BTW we flatted again, and rimmed it for another 20 miles before camp hands came to help us. What an evening to remember!
Well a few days into the hunt we stumbled into a huge bull; a good 1400lbs. He was with his cow and wanted to defend his position. Mike shot him four times and the bull was still standing. He was hitting him; I could see the shots with my 12X42 glasses. As he ran out of ammo, Mark, our guide, backed him up with two shots from his 300 WM. The bull finally fell to his feet and never moved again. What a monster! What fabulous shooting. I ranged the moose at 256yds. Wow.
After gutting him, Mark went to camp for help to get the quarters to the meat house. I continued with Trevor, another pretty astute guide driving the truck that fine morning. After changing his flat tire, we went back to a location he felt had great potential. His previous prospecting had showed promising signs. As a precaution, we left the truck (with the small balloon tire) by the logging road and walked in slowly for the next 2 miles. We came to a clearing next to a meadow, now bearing my name. The last 250 yd approach was done in a small creek bed half dried out with soft sand to cut any noise. No wind at all. This looked perfect, but it was getting dark.
Trevor called. We waited 15mns and then we heard him. He was angry, branches braking ground trampled. Then nothing. 5 mns later he was 300yds behind us trying, most likely to pick up scent. No chance. We waited again, then Trevor sent another call. He was right back in front again and thrashing the evergreens. He was wise, he was pissed off! Silent again, we thought it was all over. Trevor said ‘’lets try a last call’’. Ok we have nothing to loose and looking through my scope I still had a few minutes of light. It was down to 2 power.
Less than 2 mns later this bull came crashing through the woods to the edge of the clear cut and stepped out. Take him, said Trevor! I got up slowly, shouldered the rifle and let the 416 roar. He bolted around and charged back for the woods. Then my second shot went through his back quarters as I tried to spine his hind as his front was already into the thicket. Oh my god. He was running down to the creek through the blow-downs. My mind was racing; had I missed him? How could I? He was only 156yds away!! Trevor spun around and asked me if the rifle had another round and if he could take it and charged after the bull as if his life depended upon it.
The silence was eerie…Then a shot and a loud shout! Had he missed too, did he finish him off? 10mns later Trevor came up the hill and met me at the side of the clearing and said’’ My friend you just shot yourself a beautiful moose!’’ What about the shout and shot? That’s when I found him!!! You killed him on the first shot, he just didn’t know it yet, he said. Let’s go down there and take a look.
It was a 1300lbs moose with a beautiful set of antlers. A prize for the 1st hunt.
Memories for life, 2 fabulous moose.
Trevor is in the picture. He earned it! BTW we flatted again, and rimmed it for another 20 miles before camp hands came to help us. What an evening to remember!
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