In 3-20 yesterday with my daughter. We drove, walked and still hunted, saw nearly Nada. Left BBY at 3:30 am , got back at 11:45 pm. Long day.
7th time out and very little seen, nothing on the ground.
But this is not the point of this thread, read on.
Coming out after dark, I see a pick-up down a little spur, see a fella in the back and something told me to stop and inquire, so I did. I asked him if he got one, and when he replied he did , asked if he needed help, gratefully he said yes, so we spun the Colorado around and Emily and I hopped out to assist.
The whole family was there, Dad (Caucasian)was in the back, Mom red haired and in her mid 30's, young teen son and little guy (6) plus... curiously "grandpa" a native in his 60's. ( there is a point coming read on)
So I am assuming we are about to see a Muley, asked where it was... turns out to be piled up about 70' down the bank off the road. I mention I have a 100' of rope and get the roll from my truck.
Coming back to help I ask how many points the buck is only to find it ain't a deer but a moose. Spike are open there so I assume as I am laying the rope down to the animal that I am about to see a nice young bull.
On the way down the bank I smell the slight but pungent smell of weed... not impressed about this Emily is with me (kinda like taking her to the local park in Vancouver), but continue on to the animal.
I am surprised to find a big cow, gutted and headless, I comment wow you had a tag? Grandpa said "yep sure do the best kind, perma tag, I am native"... he was.
Fair enough, I am no expert on the native rights for moose hunting, so I help them tie her up and we pull the cow to the road. All the time though I am trying to figure this out, how, is this a Caucasian family with a Native grand pa? Is it my business to press the issue? Couple minutes later we lift her into the back of the pickup. Tight fit but we made it.
They told me there was a big calf with this cow...it ran off, the cow was also pregnant with next years calf. This one harvest took a toll, I think the calf won't make it, hard winter coming, then there is the fetus...
Turns out to be a nice family and obviously they are glad for the meat. The 6 year old reminded me of the young boy from "Oh brother where art thou" The one that drove the truck from the barn using blocks on the peddles, he was a hoot! ... but I digress...
While Grandpa did not come out and volunteer information on his relationship, he said one comment about "loving to hunt and help families get their meat". Several hours later on the highway home the potential of his comment dawned on me. Do people ask natives to get game outside of the rules? Could this be what I stumbled across, and helped load in the truck? Why did I not think to write down the license # of their truck? Must have been the 21 hour day I was working on.
Can Native hunters can take what they want and where they want, and do not have to cut a tag or report the harvest... how can we plan the harvests for future years?
Anyhow, let me know if I was out of line to help load their Moose, or if this is just a normal aspect of hunting that as a new hunter I am unaware.
Please note the complete lack of racial tension in this post,( would like to keep it this way if possible) I am just communicating what happened and asking for feedback.
Thanks Jim.