RichP
Lil-Rokslider
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- Aug 16, 2019
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Just got back from Newfoundland hunting with Moose Valley Outfitters. I was a solo hunter teamed up with a couple of guys from upstate New York. We flew into camp 1 day early due to bad flying weather on Sunday. Sunday was an off day for the guides. I decided to take a walk behind camp and explore. I got about a hundred yards in and had a cow Caribou walk right up to me. This is a great sign I said to myself.
I was teamed up with Ivan for the week. After a short boat ride and about a 1.5 mile hike in we set up. Now I have been training for this trip since Febuary. Nothing I did in the gym preparmed me for this hellish terrain. Everything is trying to trip you and suck you in the mucky bog.
So we set up on an elevated knob in the middle of a bog. Ivan took watch on the south side me on thr north. A short while later here comes a bull out of the scrub timber at 127 yards. I look over me shoulder to tell Ivan, but could not see him. I slowly and quietly chambered a round in my 300 win mag. This got Ivan's attention. He spots the bull and after some discussing I decide to take the shot. The rut was winding down and calling bulls out of the timber was getting difficult. I also prefer filling my tag a sap. It would have haunted me to let that bull walk. I will fing out later in the week I made a good decision.
The bull was standing behind some scrubs and was only showing his neck and back. We tried calling him out a little more, but he was not buying it. So I put the crosshairs on his neck and squeezed the trigger just like I have done every weekend since Febuary. After the muzzle jump I did not se anything in the scope. I turned to Ivan who had a big smile and said in a heavy Newfe accent "aaaa you thumped him"
Ivan immediately starts putting on his pack to check. Now I'm a whitetail hunter and said aren't we gonna wait a little bit. At least to let my hands stop shaking.
We head out to the spot where we last saw the bull and there he is. Dead before he hit the ground in a nice open and dry for Newfoundland spot. After a hundred pictures we start to quarter up my prize. Now I have been pack training with 50 pounds on flat dry trails. Well 100 pound quarters hopping over bottomless bogs and scrub brush we got everything out in 2 trips.
He is by far not the biggest moose, but not the smallest.
For the rest of the week I happily helped the other guys fill their tags and pack out their moose.
All in all for me this was a hunt I will never forget.
I was teamed up with Ivan for the week. After a short boat ride and about a 1.5 mile hike in we set up. Now I have been training for this trip since Febuary. Nothing I did in the gym preparmed me for this hellish terrain. Everything is trying to trip you and suck you in the mucky bog.
So we set up on an elevated knob in the middle of a bog. Ivan took watch on the south side me on thr north. A short while later here comes a bull out of the scrub timber at 127 yards. I look over me shoulder to tell Ivan, but could not see him. I slowly and quietly chambered a round in my 300 win mag. This got Ivan's attention. He spots the bull and after some discussing I decide to take the shot. The rut was winding down and calling bulls out of the timber was getting difficult. I also prefer filling my tag a sap. It would have haunted me to let that bull walk. I will fing out later in the week I made a good decision.
The bull was standing behind some scrubs and was only showing his neck and back. We tried calling him out a little more, but he was not buying it. So I put the crosshairs on his neck and squeezed the trigger just like I have done every weekend since Febuary. After the muzzle jump I did not se anything in the scope. I turned to Ivan who had a big smile and said in a heavy Newfe accent "aaaa you thumped him"
Ivan immediately starts putting on his pack to check. Now I'm a whitetail hunter and said aren't we gonna wait a little bit. At least to let my hands stop shaking.
We head out to the spot where we last saw the bull and there he is. Dead before he hit the ground in a nice open and dry for Newfoundland spot. After a hundred pictures we start to quarter up my prize. Now I have been pack training with 50 pounds on flat dry trails. Well 100 pound quarters hopping over bottomless bogs and scrub brush we got everything out in 2 trips.
He is by far not the biggest moose, but not the smallest.
For the rest of the week I happily helped the other guys fill their tags and pack out their moose.
All in all for me this was a hunt I will never forget.