55” ALBERTA BULL

After waiting five long seasons for a coveted moose tag, I knew this was going to be the year and I was determined to make the tag count. The days slowly rolled passed, with the season slowly inching closer and closer. I put countless hours into scouting throughout the summer and had zeroed in on a number of tremendous bulls that I would be very happy to use my tag on.

It was early July one evening when my family and I Days, weeks and eventually months rolled by as I continued to put on the miles down the backroads and into every corner of the country that I thought may hold a good bull. I put in all the time getting permission from landowners wherever I could and gathering information on the moose in the area from anyone who was out on the land. I thought that I was in really good shape as the season opened.

“Despite my best efforts, and the bulls I had patterned, when the crops began to get harvested it got harder and harder to locate the big animals.”

Despite my best efforts, and the bulls I had patterned, when the crops began to get harvested it got harder and harder to locate the big animals. I wasted no time bringing out the bow and arrow, and had multiple encounters with really good bulls but to no avail. All the stalks and failed attempts to put a big mature bull down started to fade into memory as rifle season was approaching. Finally, the rut was in full swing and cold fronts moving in, getting the bulls up and moving, and just as importantly, distracted by their annual rutting rituals. I knew I had my best shot to call in a bull now, but many hours calling and waiting and calling and waiting and I still came up empty handed! It was not nearly as easy as it seemed through the summer when I watched the lumbering monsters tromp through the fields without a care in the world.

November 21 came around and it was a perfect day for hunting. The air was crisp and the skies were clear, without a breeze across the hay field. The day prior, I had received a helpful tip that a great bull was spotted not too far away from the hay field. My .300 was loaded and ready to go. As the day broke, the deer were out feeding on the alfalfa and playing around, but there was not a moose in sight. The morning went on, the skies got blue but I stayed in position, hoping for a sighting of a moose. Sure enough, right around noon, a huge black spot appeared outside of the bush and started his way across the field, coming closer and closer! At this point, I was excited as I looked through the binoculars to get a better look. Sure enough, his monstrous body carried a beautiful rack! He was definitely the giant Alberta bull that I had been waiting for all year. He kept slowly walking closer and closer until he was well within shooting range and I put the cross arrows on his chest and pulled the trigger. The echo filled the air and instantly laid the giant to rest!

“Measuring in at a huge 55” wide, he is by far my biggest to date and second moose I have ever shot!”

Considering everything that was going on in 2020 with the COVID-19 craziness, I could not be any happier with the outcome. I had accomplished my goal of filling the freezer, while also having a big set of antlers for the wall which will always remind me of 2020 and all the time and work that went into making the hunt a success. Huge thank you to all my friends, family and landowners for all the help, I could not have done it without you.

Measuring in at a huge 55” wide, he is by far my biggest to date and second moose I have ever shot! Considering everything that was going on in 2020 with the COVID-19 craziness, I could not be any happier with the outcome.

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