So here is the thing....I shot and dropped him right in his rut-pit! the reason I saw his antlers moving around is because he was in the process off pissing all over his neck and slashing in the love mud he had stirred up. The poor fellow thought he was about to get some sweet cow tail when I put a 180gr federal blue box round nose bullet into him.
Ever try to deal with a huge northern bull by yourself, at dusk? You should. I worked for about an hour and a half, got the guts out a hind quarter off, did some skinning and spread the legs apart to facilitate cooling, put the heart in my bag. I then started the long walk back with the head lamp, it was pretty brutal. Got out to the road about 2 1/2 hours after dark and tried to flag down vehicles so I could get a ride or message to my friends that I assumed were getting worried. Having a rifle and being covered in blood and piss did not help but some suspicious American guy helped me out. We had a few beers that night and got mentally prepared for the next day.
Next morning we hiked in and started cutting. It was a warm, sunny day and the moose was down right in the middle of and open burn so we felt a sense of urgency. The quarters we figured to be in the neighbourhood of 120lbs each, the rack was around 45lbs. So we entered the hurt locker.