Time to do a write up the hunt. I really don't know where to start. There are three parts to it.
Let's start with the main reason for the hunt. Fred---- do you remember when we met in Montrose to talk about the antelope hunt a few years ago. Remember my buddy who was like Ralphie on Christmas morning with his Red Ryder. He had brain surgery two years ago removing a tumor. DRs said he might not walk again. He had to learn how to talk & walk all over again. I talked to him at Stanford University when he was just starting rehab. He could barely speak---I asked him if he wanted to go a moose hunt. I had enough points I thought to draw a cow tag. He was all over it--- "I'm there" was all he could get out. He's doing the rehab & is doing great. He went up from Grand Junction--he's doing rehab at the VA there. Just to find the unit & learn about the State Forest State Park. Found the visitor center & made friends with several people up there. Walden is great----you're never a stranger there---you're a friend they just met. He was walking with 2 poles for balance. Then in Aug---the tumor starts to grow back. Now he's in a walker with wheels. We still went--it was a dream for him to be back on the mtn. Opening morning he was at his lookout. He glassed a nice herd of 30 elk with 2--6x6 bulls. The hawks were overhead the entire week. He could hear them doing that hawk scream every day. He gave me the "chills" when he told me he thought his father's spirit was a hawk. Every time he sees one he thinks of his father. He saw them every day----they circled above him.
I took my canvas wall tent. To me half of a mtn hunt is camp. The smell of the tent, campfire smoke, sleeping on cots, getting up in the middle of the night seeing the Milky Way. the big dipper, the belt of Orion. We cooked rib eyes over the coals.
At night we could hear the coyote yelping---there was a den site out in the meadow. He saw the momma coming out of it on the 2nd night. He saw lots of deer----does & fawns were everywhere. Saw lots of forkies & 1 nice buck. He saw the trout rising in the lake at dusk. He was trying to put me on a cow moose so bad he could taste it. But all the time he was saying---I made it---I'm on the mtn. The last night was the best. We turned in @ 8:30. We just got into our sleeping bags & an elk bugled on the ridge behind us. He circled our camp all night long. Bugling his head off. We lay in our sleeping bags listening all night, He stopped about 6:30 in the morning. I think it was the Lord serenading us. You couldn't ask for anything better.
This hunt was never about me getting a moose. It was an incentive for him to do the work---get better & get back to heaven on earth----The Colorado high country.
Part Two. This is to the forum members who helped me. You know this is a great place. Guys go above & beyond to help. The spot you told to go to was spot on. That cow & calf were exactly where you thought they would be. I only wish I could have used your offer of using your ATV & the winch you have on the front. The temperatures up there were in the high 70's to low 80's---blue bird sky--not really moose hunting weather. I got to that clear cut late in the afternoon like you suggested. I walked in about 300 yards----I see a big black blob. My buddy put glass to it & says "There's your cow moose." We are about 275 yards from her. I need a rest. Some aspens were about 25 yards to my left. But she has us pegged. She looks left, then back at us. She does this for a good 5 minutes. Then momma moose stands up. She looks down at us & says "Let"s go." She and her calf trotted up into the pines. I had my chance to punch the tag. A success in my eyes.
Part 3. My buddy & I went up on Gould mtn. We drove up the 2 track in my F150. We top out & then we see tines. Big long tines---3 on each side of the antler. We both thought bull elk. We're in a thick pine regrowth. Thick is any understatement. Then he "grunts." Bull moose---he steps out onto the 2 track. Looks at us at 30 yards. Grunts again. His tongue is a foot long hanging out of his mouth. He is slobbering--- boy is he slobbering. He takes a step & lowers his head to drink from a mud puddle on the road. We can hear him slurping the water in. He grunts again & walks up into the timber. My buddy has this all on video with his cell phone. We get back into camp & there is a father & son from Grand Junction The son he's 25 has a bull tag. We show them the video & their jaws drop. We tell them the story. The most important part was him drinking from the mud puddle. Next morning 1 goes up one way & the other up the opposite way. They meet at the mud puddle. Both say this is the only mud puddle they have seen. Has to be the spot. He gets his phone out & looks at an app. Shows a slight trail headed up to a small meadow. He takes the trail in @ 300 yards he hears twigs & brush cracking. He goes a little further & finds a moose bed. He hits the clearing & hears a grunt. He grunts back. The bull come into the meadow & he shoots it at 75 yards. He used a 30/06 with 180 grain bullets----same as me.
In my mind that was my bull----the only thing I didn't do was pull the trigger. They tell me they would not have gone up there if it wasn't for my advice
To me it's one of my best hunts ever. Thank you-- Lord for this blessing.
I've got several photos. Someone please pm me & I'll text them to your phone.
Bob