The big brother version of rattling worked on a bigger cervid this fall … to a point.
My partner called in a moose for me with a moose scapula which I found years ago and held onto, waiting for a tag that came this year. When he scraped a bush with it a few dozen yards behind me, I nearly jumped up, it sounded so realistic. Less than thirty minutes later, the real thing showed up but winded us when it was about 60-70 yards from me.
Our deer and turkey seasons end tomorrow. I got out one last time yesterday. (My head is down to look at the deer track, not because I’m dejected!) Thought you Texans should get a chance to see it’s not all sunshine and open range. 🙂