by Errol Severe - Wednesday, March 23, 2016
The drive to Raven River Bed and Breakfast, our residence in Alberta for the six-day hunt, took five days. Once we arrived, Rita, the proprietor, showed us to our spacious and beautiful room. Since Beth was the only woman staying there, we got the nice room on the top level. All the other men there stayed on the lower floor and shared a single bathroom - they said it was like camping with a buddy.
At one of our stops, our guide, Hugh Henderson, led us to some bogs, which are clumps of grass, logs, timber, and wait-a-minute vines all designed to hinder our walking. Hugh stopped at the edge of a medium-sized marsh to make an arc in the hope of driving out some moose. Unfortunately it didn't work, but not for lack of trying. Miles and miles of back roads produced nothing except a great-horned owl sitting on a post. We headed back to camp for lunch and a short siesta before setting out again for an evening hunt. Again, we had no success, but were greeted by a sumptuous meal when we returned after dark – boy could these gals cook!
Day two started out promising when we saw a cow moose in a field, but there was no bull around. Another cow crossed our path at dusk, but still no sign of a bull. We took a look at a huge marsh area before dark and Hugh thought it would be a great place to find moose the next morning, so we headed back to the B&B with eyes on day three.
"Ok, look back and stay calm," I thought. "Where did he go?! Too much magnification, turn it down. Ah, there he is. Blast it, he’s heading for the Pacific Ocean and still nothing but a butt to shoot at!"
But a couple minutes later we observed the bull get up and start walking away to our right. I don't want an animal to suffer and I also didn't want to lose him, so we agreed I should fire again. We heard another “whap” and the bull went down for good. Hugh was ecstatic. The rangefinder read 510 yards and Hugh called me a sniper. The 180gr. Noslers had done their job!