epicZERO74
11-22-2014, 10:39 AM
We(my dad and I) decided to go to Princeton to see if we could end the season with a nice buck. We packed, loaded, and headed out 4:00 AM to try and get there by first light. Once we got there, we cruised around and saw some mule does and fawns. On one road we were driving on, we saw a moose on an opposite road around a km away. We could not tell if it was a 2-point bull or not, so we tried to make our way over to the road. We found the road we thought he was on. We drove for a bit and spotted him up a hill a ways. We both got out, I stayed near the truck and watched it with binoculars while my dad went up to try to get a better look.
As the moose turned, we both saw it was a bull. My dad kept stalking in closer to try to count the points. BANG! The shot rang out. My dad gave me the "thumbs up" and I started to work my way towards him. When I was about 100 yards from where the moose was, the moose started grunting and thrashing around in the bush. BANG! the second shot. We go up to the moose and see it fell perfectly in a little hole. It was a nice 2x1 bull. We take pictures, then start the work. We tediously gutted him, and tried to pull him but he wouldn't budge. 40ish minutes and a ton of rope later, we got him out of the hole and slowly started dragging him down the slope.
As we got the moose close to the truck, we tied him to the truck and my dad started to drag him that way. Just as he started to go, another truck pulled up and a man(by the name of Bill) and his wife got out and Bill offered us some help. We untied the moose from the truck, and dragged him right to the edge where the clearing met the road. My dad pulled the truck up, and we loaded him in(thanks Bill!) Afterwards, we drove to my Dad's friend's(Keith) place, where we skinned him. We let him hang there for a week, came back, butchered him, and brought him home!
My dad with the moose
http://i.imgur.com/yFxupeJ.jpg
Me with the moose
http://i.imgur.com/fb04F5t.jpg
As the moose turned, we both saw it was a bull. My dad kept stalking in closer to try to count the points. BANG! The shot rang out. My dad gave me the "thumbs up" and I started to work my way towards him. When I was about 100 yards from where the moose was, the moose started grunting and thrashing around in the bush. BANG! the second shot. We go up to the moose and see it fell perfectly in a little hole. It was a nice 2x1 bull. We take pictures, then start the work. We tediously gutted him, and tried to pull him but he wouldn't budge. 40ish minutes and a ton of rope later, we got him out of the hole and slowly started dragging him down the slope.
As we got the moose close to the truck, we tied him to the truck and my dad started to drag him that way. Just as he started to go, another truck pulled up and a man(by the name of Bill) and his wife got out and Bill offered us some help. We untied the moose from the truck, and dragged him right to the edge where the clearing met the road. My dad pulled the truck up, and we loaded him in(thanks Bill!) Afterwards, we drove to my Dad's friend's(Keith) place, where we skinned him. We let him hang there for a week, came back, butchered him, and brought him home!
My dad with the moose
http://i.imgur.com/yFxupeJ.jpg
Me with the moose
http://i.imgur.com/fb04F5t.jpg