We all (5 of us) headed to our planned starting points before daylight the first morning of the 1998 season. I had barely begun sneaking along my first meadow when I spotted a big cow; only bulls were open. She was the only moose I saw that morning. We all rendezvoused at camp for lunch and everyone had seen game. Bob had seen 8, including 2 bulls that he could not get shots at. So I teamed up with him for the afternoon hunt and we worked the same general area he had previously been in. I had checked one nice looking meadow without results and was hiking to another when a bull showed up unexpectedly. He was trotting away with his great big antlers swaying from side to side, so I gave a quick whistle. He stopped and turned sideways very cooperatively, giving me enough time to get a bead on him. He dropped on the spot from a 140 yard shot.
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