Alright, little one is asleep, so back to the story. I got back to camp, took a little nap, touched up some broadheads, and headed out. I was going to hunt the same drainage, just the other side (the east side). This is where my Dad had seen the moose last weekend and where the elk hunters had seen a couple a few days before.
Looks moosey don't it? So I head up the trail a mile and a half or so, then cut over to the west side. My plan was to hunt the east side, but when I reached the top, the wind had switched, so I headed over to the west side and drop down the drainage, then work my way back up into the wind. I saw some other moose hunters (bull) and decided to head lower than them so I didn't screw up their hunt. I worked my way lower down the river, looking for any moose or moose parts. When it was about an hour before dark, I cut across the river to go back to the east side of the valley. Ever so slowly I worked my way over. There! A spot of black out in the meadow. I put my glasses up to confirm it was a cow moose, only 80 yards away, and unaware of my presence. I circled up a little to get some more of the wind. There wasn't a ton of cover, but if I could get to the edge of the timber, I might be close enough for a shot. I was running out of daylight, but I couldn't risk going too fast or it would be all for nothing.
I reached the edge of the timber with about a half hour of light left. She had moved a bit further out into the meadow. At 40 yards, it was out of my shooting range. If she would just feed back toward me. As if I willed her to do so, she turned and headed back at me. If she kept her course, she would go through an opening in the trees, thirty yards away.