Well everyone…. My father gifted me with the opportunity to enter the 2013 Moose Draw out here in Idaho and by the grace of God I was drawn as one of the 15 tags.
This has been very exciting from the beginning. My wife came home with the mail – she tossed a piece at me and said “You are going to need to take care of this”! She kept a straight face while I opened this piece of mail from the Idaho Fish and Game while I wondered what I could have possibly done. As I saw the tag and read 2013 Moose tag she let out her typical woohooo!!
We have been blessed in so many ways this year and this was just another one of those bonus blessings along with my wife’s writing taking off, our son starting his own business and doing super well and our new business Trayer Wilderness and my MultiFlame Tools starting with a bang.
Our good friend Jim and his wife Sharon joined us scouting on several trips and we were excited to be hunting in the area we chose. A lot of fresh sign every time and on opening day we got to see a moose up close and personal when we helped a woman and her husband load her 1st bull moose in their pickup.
My father arrived from PA for his seasonal visit and I think he was even more excited than I was to be hitting the road to moose camp along with myself and my Mountain Woman.
Our 1st day out at moose camp we saw a lot of sign and a nice cow 1st thing in the morning. My tag was for a bull moose and being we had a 14 day window I wanted to spend some time looking for a nice bull. Later in the day we saw a bull about 2,000 yards away on the ridge across the way. Unfortunately he evaded us until we got over to the area. We did see 5 cow elk pass through while we continued to glass the area.
The 2nd day we setup early in the location we had spotted him the day before, with no luck in the morning and then the heavy rains set in.
Still with no luck we continued to hunt and glass the area and in our relentless pursuit of the bull, I was on the ridge where we had initially seen the moose while my father was glassing from the other side where we were when we initially saw him. My father heard something behind him and turned to see the bull walk into the road not 30 yards away at which point he then slowly walked between him and the truck and descended down the mountain side. In seeing him up close and personal he was able to see that he was a younger moose, but certainly worth shooting. It was too dark to shoot when I finally made my way back to the truck.
Our friend however, happened to see a bull which he watched for nearly an hour while trying to get in touch with us to let us know about his find. This was about the same time the moose showed himself by the truck. Now, back at the camp deciding our plan of attack for the next day. The bull our friend Terry saw was a much larger bull and the one we were going to head after.
It took two more days of relentless pursuit and glassing before he showed himself again and this time we got him. This my friend is why they call it hunting….
Glen Trayer (MMJ)