Whitesburg KY

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Wanted: Rematch with Mr. Moose

Well, I am looking forward to my name being drawn for the moose hunt in Maine. Probably won’t happen, but I can tell you what my chances would have been, had I not applied — zero. This is the best $55 I spend almost every year on a draw hunt.

I remember the first wild moose I ever saw in the mountains. I was black bear hunting in Maine with Abbott Hunting Services, which is now out of business thanks to the 2008 Bush era depression. I was asked do you want to bear hunt from a blind or tree stand.

Since Maine is one of the states where the wind is always blowing and the weather can change from 75 degrees to 30 degrees in the blink of an eye, I chose the blind. The blind was right under the tree stand, so if I wanted to change it would have been no big deal. Crawl from one, climb the other.

I had been in the blind maybe 30 minutes, when I heard a noise that at first I thought was maybe a big boar making his way toward my bait pile. A big boar, clears himself a wide path; he knows no fear. I looked out of a side window on the blind, and saw a patch of dark colored hair, my blood pressure going up, I could tell this patch of hair was massive.

I saw small trees, and branches flying through the air, my heart pounding. What a big boar, I thought. As he got closer, I was in shock, it wasn’t a bear at all, but a giant bull moose, and he wasn’t happy. He was slinging his head side to side, ripping up everything as he came toward me.

Oops, he was heading straight toward my blind. Panic was over my body in just a few seconds. I judged him to be probably 1,800 pounds, with a spread of 60 inches.

As he got closer, I could tell he was hell bent on walking through my blind, so I used my most favorite expression in trying times, “Lord feet, don’t fail me now”. Out of the back of the blind, up the tree stand, with no time to spare. As I reached the seat on the tree stand, the big moose, walked right through the blind. It was then I noticed how tall he stood.

The tree stand was a 16-foot stand, he looked up the tree where I was, his nose maybe five feet below my feet. He had caught the blind, and the chair I was sitting in on his antlers. He sniffed me from below, then slowly walked away, blind and chair still on his head.

Needless to say, my hunt for the day was over.

When my guide came to get me at dark, he looked and there I was, still in the stand. What happened here, he ask. I told him I got into a tight spot, he laughed, and said, “That happens every now and then.”

He said, “I will go get the blind, and chair.” I said, “Do those things travel at night?” Hee said, “Why yes.” I said, “I will stay right here.”

He came back with what was left of both the chair and blind, and said, “He would have killed you had you not got out of this blind.”

I have applied for a chance to hunt him every year since; he and I have a rematch coming.

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