The Crows Nest

Jared glassing from the Crows Nest at sunrise.
Jared glassing from the Crows Nest at sunrise.

Other than hunting a lake shore or floating a river acquiring a good lookout point is crucial to moose hunting as it is highly unlikely to bump into one in the middle of a forest that you can’t see more than 70 ft in. One such lookout point has provided our friends and ourselves with many moose and on more than one occasion 4 or more moose in one hunt.

September 10 was the first day of our hunt and the four of us split into pairs, Jared and Tim, and Jacob and myself. Jared and Tim were headed for the pond to glass and do a little calling, they wouldn’t be back for a couple hours. Jacob and I walked 300 yards from camp and posted up behind some deadfall cottonwood and gave a few grunts. 30 minutes later at 9:45am we could hear a bull grunting and raking his horns down below us in the far tree line. His grunts got louder and he finally showed himself about 500 yards out. Jacob kept grunting him in closer and closer until he was at 250-300 yards and it became apparent he wasn’t coming any closer. I plugged him one with my brothers 30.06 and he started running, I fired again with another well placed shot and Jacob followed up with a third and he went down. It feels so good when you see them drop, you know you have some cool antlers and a freezer full of meat! By 2:30 we had him hanging in camp, his rack measured 42”.

Tim, Jared, and myself with my moose!
Tim, Jared, and myself with my 42 inch bull!
Single shot through the engine block!
Single shot through the engine block!

Our friend Sam joined the four of us that day after his hunting partner turned back when the going got rough. We were sitting on the sunny ridge glassing when we spotted a bull about a mile to the east. Jacob looks at Sam and says, “you want that moose?” Sam says back, “I don’t know, he’s a long way out.” Jared and I smiled at each other, lets get some! We found him an hour later and Jacob quickly called him into about 40 yards and at 5:30 Sam gave out a victory cry, another healthy moose down, another mans freezer is full! We cleaned him up and made our way back to camp in the cold and dark. Sam got me that day by an inch, his was 43”.

Sam with his 43 inch bull.
Sam with his 43 inch bull.

After 3 more days of watching bulls and cows mill around below us we spotted one worth putting a stalk on as he would not come to our calls, he stayed just over a mile out. He was big, antlers reclining back over his shoulders. At 8:45 am Jacob, Jared, and myself dropped off the ridge to trek through the chest deep grass, head high dwarf birch, and a maze of fallen burnt spruce. As we neared the willow patch we saw the bull go into, Jacob would give an occasional grunt and I’d rake some brush with a little shed.
Nothing was answering, not a sound. We started across a narrow clearing when I spotted antlers swaying back and forth over top the willows at 200 yards! I said, “There he is!” And we dropped and huddled, the 3 of us behind a 2 inch 3 foot high burnt pecker pole, right. In other words, DON’T MOVE! Jacob gave one grunt and he turned our direction walking in an awesome display swaying his head slowly back and forth. He was in the clearing with us now walking straight at us not allowing a shot. This was to be Jared’s moose and I could hear his heart beating loudly through his open mouth, it was funny. Jacob says, “Don’t even worry about counting brow tines, he’s plenty wide.” The bull stopped at 100 yards looking in our direction, I raised the shed I had been carrying and showed it to him, when the distance closes like this they will often want a visual over a call to confirm you are who you say you are. He lowered his head, turned slightly to his left exposing his right side and Jacob said, “Take em Jared take em!”
His 300 win mag broke the silence and the moose gave a shutter from being hit. Jared jacked another round in (or so he thought) and got back on target, click! Man that moose heard the click and was gone, high tailin it. Jacob and Jared both opened fire hitting him 2 more times before he went down!
We were so excited after that we could hardly move and when we got over to him and saw what Jared had for his first moose we were almost in tears, we just love this stuff!

Jared's first moose a 60 incher.
Jared’s first moose, 60 inches!
Jared holding the heart of his moose showing the damage done by an exiting bullet.
Jared holding the heart of his moose showing the damage done by an exiting bullet. Moose heart is always eaten in camp, fried with pepper!
Jacob holding head and rack of Jared’s moose.

One Comment Add yours

  1. Amy says:

    Loved this story!


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