So we set up camp late Saturday afternoon and it was to late to hunt that day but we were at her early Sunday morning. Didn't see squat that day and we were thinking uh oh this is not good. Things looked a bit better on Monday, seen two black bears five white tails ( doe's) and one Mulie doe but still no moose,bummer.
Tuesday morning we took the quads out and rode down this pipeline for about 5km and then we came to an old logging road. Junior was riding up front and I was fallowing him and after about 500 yards he did an evasive hard turn off the road at the crest of a small hill.My first thought was that a truck was coming up the other side but nope he turn to me and said "Moose".. Well I bailed off the quad and loaded up my old Winchester and sure as heck there was a cow moose standing just off the road next to an old log deck. Junior put the range finder on her and said she was 194 yards out but dang she was looking right at us and that folks is not the best of shots, we always try to go for a heart/lung shot. I got down and used a log for a good solid rest and shot her right in the throat,shattered her neck bones. I tell ya she went down like a ton of bricks. Jumped on the quads and she was still trying to lift her head when we rode up but one shot in the head at point blank range took the jingle right out of her.
She was a smallish cow and I'm guessing she was a 3.5 year old and maybe 600lbs on the hoof but that is the best eating size. Got her loaded up and took her to town where she was skinned,quartered and hung up in the shed... Friday we cut her up and had a nice roast for dinner and was she ever tender and tasty.
