A Double On Booners

My foot was quite sore, and my spirits were flagging a bit, but we took off on the seventh day as usual to slog through the horrid trails and get to higher, drier terrain. As we came around a bend in the trail, I saw a cow and calf traversing a meadow, and following behind was a HUGE bull. We bailed off the horses, and I wrestled my rifle out of the scabbard and hobbled up to a small scrubby hill for the shot. The bull finally stood briefly, and I made a less than perfect shot, which sent him into the woods. We could see him standing in there, and it took forever for him to step out far enough for me to finish him off.

What a monster. I had wanted to hunt an Alaskan moose, since they`re the biggest, and I only have room for one (actually, that`s a lie, I don`t have room). But this boy seemed to be just as impressive. He measured 64 inches across and scored 214, well into the record book for Canadian moose. Truly a magnificent beast. Being that we were only a half hour out of camp, the boys made short work of getting him out, and I couldn`t stop admiring his rack leaning against the meat shed.

It amazes and humbles me that my taking of these two magnificent bulls was really nothing better than simple luck. Anyone who hunts a lot has their turn with Lady Luck, and we all hope to be blessed from time to time with impressive trophies like these. I`m so grateful for the chance to pursue them, and I cannot wait to have them properly and lovingly installed in my house... which now must have yet another trophy room added on.