Shooting Tip 1: Use a Camera, by Brenda
Moose Tours are many things to many people. For one young mother and her five year old son, it was a morning’s adventure, their first moose, and some quality time alone (daddy stayed home with the 8 month old baby sister). This day I thought was going to be my first time being skunked while driving a tour. I told her “I never give up until we are back in town” and assured her there were a few more “holes” to pass on our way back.
Within minutes they were staring with wide-eyed wonder at their first moose, a magnificient bull with a huge rack. He was standing in a small boggy area, (let me get this right…) rear end to the road less than 20 feet from us when I stopped. He turned and looked at them while I reminded her “take a picture!” She had totally forgotten the camera in her hand and fumbled with it momentarily. The moose took time to put his head down for another drink. Lifting his regal dome again, he looked back over his shoulder, right into her eyes, posing for a quick snapshot before walking into the brush! For me, the moose tours are pure joy.
I love what I am doing and feel privileged to be able to share these wonderful experiences with people.
Shooting Tip 2: Use a Camera, by Jim
For those who thought this story involved bullets, here’s one that does as told from personal experience by one of my uncles who lived in Bangor, Maine, God rest his soul. During the depression in the 1930’s he was not adverse to jacking moose to keep food on the table for his family, and he had perfected his technique. The nighttime excursions took him to an island on the Penobscot River by wading out with his horse, who came along to carry the carcasse if they got lucky.
On one occasion after tying up the horse, my uncle had to wait some for cloud cover to block the moon, and then he began wading knee deep along the shore of the island stalking his prey. Shining the flashlight to find his way and hopefully to temporarily blind a moose, within 45 minutes he lit up a pair of eyes and hunter and hunted froze in their tracks. Pulling the barrel up to hold with the same hand as the flashlight he squeezed off a shot. They ate horsemeat that winter.
P.S. Thank you for sharing your wilderness experience, Brenda, and especially your great photos!