We woke up to this in the morning!
2-3" of snow on the ground. Time to get the cold weather gear!
Dad and I headed to the meadow and he dropped me off. I headed around the meadow just inside the timber. Althoughit snowed it was real loud walking as the snow crunched with every step. I made it around the meadow and looked back to see my first moose of the season! A cow and calf were walking just where my truck had been. So I hot footed it back to the campground to see where they would come out. I can't shoot in the campground, so my plan was to watch them leave and work my way in front of them to get a shot. I lost sight of them as I went through the timber, and when I emerged the cow was staring at me from 60 yards away. She turned and trotted towards the river. I circled around to cut her tracks in the snow, but couldn't find anything. I got back to where the truck was and sat down to see if I could spot them and make a plan. I looked to my left and there was the calf, bedded down!
I new mama had to be close, but couldn't see her anywhere. Now I haven't told my wife, but this will probably be the closest thing to a dangerous game hunt I will ever get to do. As those of you who have been around cow/calf pairs of moose can attest. There is also no law against shooting a cow with a calf, and if the calf is big enough I will attempt it. That's just my personal choice.
I couldn't locate the cow for some time and decided to get Dad so he could see the moose.