| I haven't shot a bow since I was a boy scout, it was also a Recurve, plus I’m left handed, but was taught to shoot right handed despite it all I was able to stick 4-5 arrows into a paper plate target at 20 yards. I got to say, these new bows are fancy, easy to maneuver and easy to aim. After receiving a crash course on shooting a bow the goal was to try and shoot the first bull we spotted, within 20 yards to get an easy broadside shot. I had just met a gentleman on a hunting web site, a few days earlier. After emailing back and forth, talking on the phone, we met for the first time at about 6:30 that morning on Friday, October 13th. Scott had agreed to show me a few areas, where he had seen some nice bull moose earlier in the year. My cousin Randy Patten came along for the ride. We arrived at the area, where a nice moose was seen days before. Unfortunately we had no luck in finding him. We continued to other location where there were sightings and immediately ran into a nice bull. I decided to wait and see what else this canyon had in store for me, and we continued up the trail. We spotted and watched another nice bull for a little while. I passed him up because he wasn’t what I was looking for and continued our search higher up the canyon. We hiked up to some meadows where moose frequent but spotted nothing. On the way back down the canyon, we stopped where the second bull was spotted and walked around to make sure nothing bigger was close by. We got a little to close to this smaller bull, who decided he would show us how tough he was and charged at us. I have never seen three grown men scatter faster for their lives! This bull only took a few steps towards us, but was enough to make us understand, he didn't appreciate us bothering him. We followed the trail down a few hundred yards, and came upon a cow feeding. We hiked around her, glassing and checking for any bigger bulls. No luck, so we hiked down the trail another couple hundred yards. Scott was in front of us, hands wide apart, stretched for the heavens, like his favorite team had just scored a touchdown! I knew exactly what he was telling us. |
| When we got to where we could see the bull, I had to stop and pick my jaw up off the ground. There about 180 yards at the edge of the meadow stood a monster bull moose. Randy was filming everything of the day, and didn't miss much bull action. It was like he knew he had to get everything on film. The bull was broadside, but before I could shoot, he turned and started to walk away. After watching him and waiting for the right moment. He stepped out and walked into a big bunch of willows. All I could see were his antlers and head; this wasn’t a good shot, so we waited for a good shot to be presented. Randy filmed, grunted and called the monster to coax him into taking a few steps out of the brush, but nothing was working. After what seemed like hours of having him inside my scope, my vitals had returned to somewhat normal and than he decided to take a few steps out. The stomach butterflies returned immediately but not quite as bad this time. I put my cross hairs behind the front shoulder and let the first shot go. After 2 shots he went down, only to get back up, after about 2 minutes I shot again, nothing! My fourth shot dropped him and it was finally over. I knew-I had just taken a wonderful huge Shiras Bull Moose. When we finally reached him, the true size of this Hawg was revealed, he was 51” wide with 9 by 13 points. We roughly scored him with about 170-180 gross before the official drying period. I am so proud to find such an animal, and have the opportunity of taking something so nice.... |

| The Sierra Moose! |

