We headed for the high country and set up a base camp in the middle of our hunting zone. It rained all night long Wednesday night and was still raining when the alarms went off at 4:30 am. We decided to sleep longer and head for the moose units. After 5 mile of road hunting for moose we rounded a corner and spotted a 40" wide moose, but he didn't have much for palms. We let him go and found another moose 100 yards off the road 10 minutes later. He was around the 35 mark an had good palms, but still had lots of velvet and didn't give us much of a look. We headed down the road a little further and ran into fellow Monster Muley (Sirzonkalot) cutting up a moose with his two sons. We stop to talk and they seemed like some nice guys having lots fun hunting Wyoming. They told us what they saw in the area.
It was late in the morning at this point so we made the fairly long drive back to our deer zone. We were deciding on which area to hunt as we had encounter two bucks in the 30-inch range earlier in the hunt. We decided on a group of bucks that I had missed the week before. I headed up the canyon and my dad walked up the bottom to watch the action from below. I had to make 2400 feet of elevation to get the level of the bucks. I made the climb and just as I started around the hill to look for the bucks it started raining. I eased into the canyon and spotted nothing right off. I made my way down to a tree and sate down to watch the canyon. I had 2 hours to sunset and figured the bucks would feed out before dark if they were still in the canyon. I sat for about 5 minutes and then I spotted two bucks that had fed out into a clear strip between pine patches. The buck looked good and the season was getting late. I ranged the buck at 238 yards and settled the cross hairs on the buck and fired. Just like always, i shot over the top of the buck. They both ran down the hill and all of a sudden the clouds dropped and it fog up my scope and the deer disappeared into the clouds. One of the bucks headed around the hill to his escape route. This was the same route the 30-inch buck used the last trip to get out of the canyon. At this point I settled on the remaining buck and fired. He fell and rolled down the hill 20 yards. I had broken his back and I quickly finished him off. At this point I wasn't sure which buck I had shot. It turned out be the smaller one, but I was still happy to get a buck. I packed half the buck out that night and we went back for the rest of the meat the next day with my dad. This was Buck number Three that we packed out for the deer season. My dad has been referred to as our horse, since he can't ever draw, but still comes along for all our hunts.
After this we headed up to the area above Daniels to hunt for moose. The MM'er said that area would be good, but we saw only a handful of small moose in that area. After a morning looking over the moose and the burn area from the Roosevelt fire, we headed back to the south side of the moose unit. I had decided I was willing to sacrifice a little size for close to the road. We set camp up and headed out to find a moose. We drove 20 miles and saw one cow moose. When we got back near our camp a guy asked us if we were hunting moose and said he just saw one with good palms down the road. We head one mile up the road and found my bull with a yearling bull 67 yards below the road. The rest is history as it's not hard to shoot a bull moose once you find the one you want. We cut him up and made the 100-yard pack trip to the truck with all the meat. It was one of the best trips of my lifetime. Not often do you head to the mountains with a moose tag in your pocket.
I'm still working on my elk tag, but a short summary of my elk hunt. I passed on a 3x3 bull opening morning and a spike on the third day. My two sons have a special late season tag, so hopefully they can get their bulls later. My wife didn't get a chance to hunt elk this year.
Self Completed Euro mounts, I just need to glue on the noise parts of the moose. I broke them off while pressure washing.
My buck to the left, Paul's buck in the middle and Hyrum's on the right. What a fun season and they got to hunt with their 69 year old grandpa.
A couple that I didn't shoot. Look at those palms on the second one LOL!!!