My first moose was actually spotted by my buddy so he had the shot. It was about 300 yards slightly down hill after I called the bull in. He missed and I watched where it went down into a willow thicket along a small creek. What I thought would be a good idea at the time, I told my buddy to post up on a small hill and I would attempt to push the moose out for him to shoot. Well it didn't work. I found the moose at 11 yards right about the same time he found me. All I remember seeing was him drop his antlers and lunge at me, at which point I pointed my 300 WM in his general direction squeezed the trigger and ran. I stop after I got behind a small spruce tree and turned to find him wedged down in the creek which was the same width the moose was long. The creek was about 3.5 feet deep with cut banks that went straight down. My buddy came busting down the hill to see what all the commotion was about. Seeing a bull down in person for the first time and realizing it was wedged in a creek certainly inspired the" holy crap what have I done" thought. The bull died just over 2 miles from the road in a non-motorized area. After a trip to the truck we returned with a 2 ton come-along, 100 feet of climbing rope, and some chest waders. The 2 ton come-along couldn't budge the moose until I removed the 2 exposed quarters, ribs, and viscera. Not a pleasant task learning to take apart a moose while standing in a partially frozen creek up to you stomach. All said and done, from the shot to all meat and antlers back to the truck was 28 hours. The 180 gr. Barnes TSX went through one of the antlers , busted the spine in its neck and was found under the skin on the opposite side shoulder. Many lessons were learned on this hunt.