Day 10 was a total bust in the morning. No moose, no calls, nothing. We decided to check out some more new territory. John's surgically repaired foot and ankle were giving him some trouble so he headed for camp. Jason, Tyler and I headed into what we now call the "enchanted forest". This place had moose trails like cattle trails you see in the grazing country. And then we ran into grouse. .. many grouse. And Jason kept hitting them with arrows and they kept flying off. Ended up with only one.
Crazy.
Off to camp. When we got down to the creek we found the cause of the moose being quiet. Fresh wolf tracks right in our tracks from yesterday. Looked like a group of 4-5.
Usually when wolves hit your valley the moose hunt is over. Moose hear a wolf howl and they head for the heavy timber and shut down.
We talked about it in camp that afternoon and decided to not only have the meat transported the next day but to ask if we could get out also.
We got up had breakfast and broke camp. While waiting for the cubs to arrive we had a nice legal bull come out across the gravel bar. Jason tried to get into bow range but the bull had other ideas. Well he's seed for next year.
here's a nice pic either Tyler or John took