Brian Stewart writes, "It always happens when you least expect it.

Our hunting party had just arrived at hunting camp after a 2 hour trip through nasty bush and muskeg on quads and my argo for an 8 day moose hunt. We set up the tents and hurried off for the first evening hunt of the week. I sat by a power pole and started watching the 50 yard wide power line easement, which seems to go on forever. I had been sitting for about 1/2 an hour when I heard a very soft grunt back through the tree line. It sure sounded like a moose, so I gave a single, short, soft cow call back.

I guess that did the trick, because it sounded like a freight train coming through the bush. I got ready for the bulls arrival by adjusting to a very comfortable shooting position and watched the direction old rubber nose was coming from. Shortly, I could see the trees close to the power line start to shudder and crack. This bull steamed into the clearing about 35 yards from me and looked right at me. One squeeze from my Tikka 300 Win. mag and it was all over.

Getting one in the bag early really takes the pressure off, but it also makes you responsible for more camp duties like cooking and collecting fire wood. Oh well...I would rather be the camp cook than be back at work anyway.

This was the first of 3 moose we took that week."