With snow on the ground and bright sunshine, the environment was crisp, but the changing of the seasons meant we couldn’t predict the moose’s movement – so these were not ideal conditions.
It was an unsuccessful morning for me, but another one of our party shot a moose, and after lunch around the bonfire we picked out new treestands from the hat. I’d got the second best stand! I looked over to my brother – he’d got the best stand and immediately tried to convince me to swap with him.
After shooting his moose the day before, he wanted to give me the opportunity to experience the same, but I just knew if we swapped, luck would cause the moose to come to my original stand anyway. Of course, I said no.
“I quickly radioed my brother to tell him two moose were on the way to him, but the second I put the radio down, I heard a branch snapping.”
We drove to our towers together, debating the whole way about swapping the stands until I stepped out the door to my tower. My ear piece was in, waiting to hear from the gamekeeper that he’d released the dogs, and within minutes – everyone could hear that one dog had found a moose.
Suddenly, I heard that moose and the dog coming closer to me. My tower was on the top of a small mountain, 200 to 300 metres high of the ground – so I had a good overview of the land, with the forest just next to me and views 300m one way and 100m in the other direction.
In an instant, I saw the moose that I’d heard, running away from my stand at full speed in the direction of my brother. It was then, I realised there were actually two moose, a cow and calf. So I quickly radioed my brother to tell him two moose were on the way to him, but the second I put the radio down, I heard a branch snapping.