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big moose live here
That night Dave called in a B & C bull to a mere 24 FEET and I couldn’t get a shot.
We had set up 100 yards down wind of a big beaver pond. At 7:05 pm were heard a distant grunt reply to Dave’s balling cow calls. 35 minutes later after listening to him grunting the entire way. I heard him splash thru the beaver pond. Seconds later he finally crested the poplar ridge above me.
As he ran down the ridge I couldn’t believe how big he was. Holy **** I kept saying. I had set up on the bulls side of the cut in the forest. A
main game trail came down the ridge and split into a Y 30 yards before the cut and both legs of the Y dumped out onto the cut n the forest.I was crouching just 6 yards down wind of the lower leg. The bull turned on to the upper leg of the Y and stopped as soon as he hit the cut. He was facing me at 22 yards. Dave had moved down wind about 75 yards , was calling and breaking sticks trying to sound like the cow was walking away. The bull took two steps forward, lowered his head swished his antlers left to right and then right to left thru the chest high grass and stopped. Dave called again. The bull took two more steps and repeated the head swinging. He was 16 yards away quartering at me and softly grunting.
Dave broke a stick or two. The bull slowly started to move forward. He was angling to his right directly at me. I was hiding behind my recurve and a single poplar not moving a muscle preparing for what I thought was going to be a point blank broadside shot.
He was HUGE. At 10 yards the bull did the one and only thing that would prevent me from killing
him. He turned onto the bottom leg of the Y and stepped up onto the bank. He was facing me head on a 8 yards! He towered above me. He was a monster
standing so close he could have killed me by taking just 2 steps forward. He stood there just listening. His eye on the right side of his head seemed to be looking into mine. I could see red blood vessels in the white surrounding the dark brown pupil. I dared not move , I made my self not blink for fear he bolt forward and run over me.He swung his antlers to the right. I knew he was turning the rest of the way onto the trail . I drew my bow but only got 1/2 drawn before the opportunity was gone. By the time I was full drawn he had turned so much all I had to shoot at was his butt. I watched him trot back up the ridge grunting the entire way.
We returned the next day and the day after but it wasn’t meant to be.
The 2 compound hunters killed 2 bulls; one was a 4 year old and the other a 2 year old on the last day. Both we’re in tree stands.
Their shots were 14 yards and 22 yards. Dean another one of the expert guides called both bulls to them perfectly. They could have easily killed them with stick bows!
jim
