Any stories?........Here is one of mine.

[1elkhunter]

On one of my elk hunts to Colorado during Archery season, I drove 1600 miles just to get there. Then, once I got there and got all my supplies (usually just enough to last 3 or 4 days and then back to town for more) and got on the mountain and pitched my tent. Just as soon as I drove in my last tent stake it started to rain. It rained for 36 hours, with the last 4 hours the wind was blowing very hard. Hard enough to destroy the tarp That I had placed over my tent for extra protection (luckily I had a spare). Then the rain stopped and it started to snow, and snow, and snow. It snowed on and off for 5 days. The roads were I was camped were not driveable so I was stuck on the mountain with limited supplies. On the 2nd day of snow I decided to use my shower hut as a clothes dryer by putting a heater in it. Well, my hunting buddy decided to hang his jacket directly over the heater. Yes, it fell onto the heater and caught the shower/clothes dryer on fire. All was lost to some sort of damage, clothes, boots, and all. Fortunately, we take more than 1 of everything.
Now, after making limited supplies last longer than normal, losing thing to fire, we now are out of fuel to heat and cook with. Just about then the snow stopped, and the roads cleared enough for us to get off the mountain after 6 days.
Having said all that, we still enjoyed that trip. We saw several elk, and called in a few, just couldn't get them closer than 80-90 yards. We also had about a dozen more answering our calls. Walking through 12" of snow was tough but, staying home would have been even tougher. Would I go through it again if it meant that or staying home? Absolutely!
Even a bad day hunting is better than not hunting at all!

What is your story like?

[KonaBoy]

Well, it was opening of moose last year (October 2005) and it was my first year of actually hunting moose. I'd been on some hunts before, but never with a gun suitable for moose or my uncle was bow hunting. So there was 6 of us, (me, my dad, uncle (Rob), "cousin" (Mur), Johnny and Tommy), and the 4 of them had driven 16 hours to get to our spot.We had applied as a group, and my uncle had got the tag, so we all had two way radios,and the rule was, if there was any shooting, stay on the radio until everyone checked in.The night before opening was tough, because I had to work at noon the next day[:@]But, I was joking with everyone that I'd shoot a moose, then go to work, and have them do all the hard work. The next morning, me and my dad decided to watch a cut that was most easily reached by canoe, (but there was a road down the middle of it). So we sat in the canoe till legal shooting time, and with the .35 Whelen loaded with somepowerful 225 grainers, I knew any moose that stepped out within150 yards was toast. So I jump out of the canoe, walk through about 25 yards of bush and look up on a ridge only to see the rear end of a bull slowly trotting into trees. I hiss at my dad, and he comes up, and we get situated. Then my dad grunts softly once, then comes a flurry of grunts and the sound of a tree getting ripped to shreds. We could hear it walking towards us, then BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Three quick shots in the distance. I look at dad at he motions to stay ready but not to do anything. He turns on the radio and we very quietly hear everyone but Mur checks in. Now, I"™m pretty much freaking out because I have a very ticked off Bull less than 75 yards from me (but still hidden in the bush), and I"™m pretty sure with one more grunt, he"™ll step out, and it"™d be game over for him. Well, the moose finally thought something was up, and he stormed off. I look at my watch and I have to be getting back to camp now. So we arrive at camp, and he says he turned his radio on, told Rob it wasn"™t him, and shut it off. Rob on the other hand said he didn"™t hear him .So I could have shot a bull, on my first moose hunt, within 15 minutes of sunrise [8D]. Well I was kind of mad, but it was okay, we never did get a moose that week (mostly because one person wouldn't sit), and on the next Saturday, our tag went to S. Ontario with my uncle.We did however solve the mystery of the shots, some people were sitting further down the powerline, and saw a bull only "200 yards" away.Tommy however,saw two fourwheelers and two orange blobsfurther down the line. He ranged the people 750 [:-]yards away from the four wheelers. Tommy was talking to them and they said that they'd got there moose every year around there and that they swore it wasn't that far away. He looked at there guns and they were shooting .270's [&:]But I"™m looking forward to hunting again with this October.

Cory

EDIT: I have nothing aganist people who use a .270 for moose, but shooting a few hundred yards........

[Windwalker7]

I went moose hunting in Newfoundland last October. I was really anticipating this hunt. I practiced and prepared my gear several months in advance. I walked and got in shape. I was ready.

I went with two buddies. We made the 36 hour trek with no problems. We arrived 3 days earlier than our hunt was scheduled. The outfitter told us that they would fly us into camp early as long as the group in camp had tagged out. Well they did. So we were flown in two days early.

We were flown in at about 10:00 am on wednesday October 5th. We introduced ourselves and talked to the guides. We ask questions and answered some of their's. I was stoked. The guides ( 3 of them for 1x1 hunt) informed us we'd be going out hunting after lunch.

I was paired up with one of the guides. We had the other guide take us across the lake, by boat, and drop us off on the other side. We got out and I loaded my rifle, except no rounds in the chamber, guide's rule for safety reasons.
We made our way through some bogs and through the thick brush.( black spruce) We walked a few hundred yards total. We made our way to a small rise, a lookout location, to do some calling. I noticed the guide getting ready to squat down by a large boulder. I ask if he was going to call and he responded with a yes. Then suddenly he started yalling and pointing " Right there, Chuck. That's a good bull, good bull"

I looked to where he was pointing and saw a bull moose with two cows running out of the spruce into the open. The guide started calling to them with his mouth to get them to stop. I quickly sat down and chambered a round. I was still out of breath from thedifficult walk. As I looked through the scope, still on 4x, the crosshairs were bouncing all over the place from my heart beat. I also still had my backpack on my back and the straps on my shoulder made the rifle not feel right.I knew the moose was out at about 200yds. and it wasn't going to stand there very long. I took a deep breath and held as steady as I could. As I just about finished taking up all the slack in the trigger, the bull started to angle away, starting to go.I fired and the bull dropped.

The guide cameover and started slapping me on the back and said "Congratulations! You just shot a Newfoundland moose" He insisted I had a horseshoe up my a$$, because it doesn't happen like that in their camp. He also said that this was the second largest moose taken from this camp that year.

I couldn't believe it. I just got here. I was only 20 minutes into this long awaited hunt and I was done. All that money, all that preparation and I was done in 20 minutes.

The moose was later confirmed to be 232 yds out by my range finder.

My buddies also tagged out a few days later but with much smaller moose.

[KonaBoy]

ORIGINAL: Windwalker7


I couldn't believe it. I just got here. I was only 20 minutes into this long awaited hunt and I was done. All that money, all that preparation and I was done in 20 minutes.

That's the only thing that kept me happy that I didn't shoot the bull. Mu uncle and Mur woulda been happy for me, but dunno about Tom or Johnny.