This is the irony and quirk of fate of hunting moose. While guide Dan and I are out tromping about the brush and getting beaten up mile after mile of the argo…. two bull moose wonder into camp while Kate blissfully reads a book on the deck of our cabin!! But eventually the moose’s luck ran out and was passed on to the hunter. On the fourth day I was successful. Thankfully, we were not too far from camp. Chris and Glen came to help break down the moose for transport back to the camp. We arrived back at camp around 11pm to Judy’s warm reception and dinner. Thanks to all for a memorable and successful hunt!
– Will and Kate Friesen @ Keg River Camp