After taking a nice bull last September before even making it to my hunting camp, I have been really looking forward to actually hunting and doing some prime rut calling this year. Thing's didn't end up working out that way. Yesterday, my wife and I were at a small afternoon Labor Day BBQ at my dad's place. We have a small 3D range we've accumulated and set up in the woods behind his house, including an elk target (minus the antlers). A young bull moose had been hanging around the house (pre-season), and my dad had noticed the elk being knocked over a couple times. Well, as I was eating a burger, someone said, "there's a moose in the yard." by the time they said it was a bull, I had seen the antlers, and was headed to the garage. I hadn't brought my bow, so I strung up the Bear's Paw recurve i'd bought for my dad, grabbed a couple of arrows, and headed out the door. As I zig-zagged my way towards the moose, grunting at him, he wasn't spooking, and I noticed he was rubbing necks pretty hard with that elk target. I got to about 20 yards and he hackled up and came towards me, acting like he was fixing to run me off, I backed off a bit, then making sure not to make eye contact, inched my way closer. When I finally got a broadside shot at 10 yards, I put an arrow all the way through him on the back edge of the shoulders. It would be a stretch to call this hunting, but I had to laugh at how that bull sure wasn't going to leave his discolored foam cow. I've been through enough dry seasons to know that a moose in the freezer is worth 2 in the woods, so I wasn't about to pass up a freebie, and the best eating size moose there is. I didn't get do much "moose hunting" at all this year, but I guess that just means i'll be doing the calling for my wife and dad at the end of the month!