2007 Wild Kakwa Moose Hunt "Eh"
This was my first trip out of the
United States to hunt. My uncle and cousin had been talking about
hunting moose for quite some time. After two years of planning
and 35 hours of driving we finally rolled into Grande Prairie,
Alberta, Canada on September 27th at Rick and Rita's for a hunt
on the 28th. Once at their house we loaded into Rick's truck for
the ride to camp.
To go from hunting Missouri whitetail deer to Alberta moose, is
quite a large step. My uncle and cousin and I agreed if we were
lucky enough to bring back two moose to Missouri, it would be
wildly successful after 8 days of hunting. We weren't disappointed.
We each killed very nice moose. In fact all three of our hunts
were over in 5 days.
This was truly a trip of a lifetime. I'd gladly put this group
against any other guide service anywhere. They know the country,
the animals, and their business. The accommodations and meals
were great. It was definitely the highlight of my hunting experiences.
To have all 8 hunters be successful and kill moose is a testament
to Rick and his teams dedication to your hunt.
On the day of our first hunt, my only day, we were in the woods
well before dawn. Rick, the guide, Jim and Lisa from Indiana,
my fellow hunters, and I all quietly listened carefully while
Rick began his calling. We quietly walked an old logging road
and cut blocks while Rick cow called. We had only been hunting
about an 1 ½ hours when we came out of a large clear cut
and broke into the woods when we heard a bull replying to Rick's
cow calling. We were on a small trail at the base of the ridge
that was as thick with brush as I've ever seen. Rick had the other
hunter move up and around the ridge on a little trail to get a
better shot if the moose came down the hill to us. Rick began
busting the brush with a big limb like a bull moose raking his
antlers. Rick continued bawling and busting brush for several
minutes while Jim, the other hunter moved up the hill on the trail.
We all could still hear the bull grunting high on the ridge, but
because of the thick brush we couldn't see him or tell which direction
he was travelling.
Rick sent me back up the trail we had come in on to where it leveled
out at a "T" in case the bull circled around. As soon
as I crested the hill and the trail opened up toward the ridge,
I could see the big bull walking slowly down the hill about 70
yards away quartering toward me. As he walked through the brush
he would slowly move his head back and forth raking brush and
grunting. All I could see was his head and antlers; I couldn't
get a shot because of all of the thick brush. Rick continued to
call and thrash the brush below me 40 or 50 yards away where I
couldn't see him. When the moose disappeared in the thicker brush
I moved to an area down the trail where I thought I might get
a shot if he kept his current angle the last time I'd seen him.
I could still hear him grunting and raking brush as he walked
slowly down the hill. He finally emerged about 50 yards away in
the brush looking straight at me. This time he was standing right
in front of a tree that prevented me from getting a clean shot.
Rick's words the night before about how thick the brush is and
how you may need to take a quick shot in a small opening kept
playing in the back of my head. I had convinced myself that a
quick shot would be all I'd have if I even got a shot at this
moose. For what seemed like an eternity, which was probably only
7-10 minutes, the bull just stood and stared at me. I had enough
thick brush in front of me to conceal me from the neck down. When
he looked away I stepped up on two logs trying to get high enough
above the brush in front of me to get a shot if he stepped forward.
I kept saying under my breath that all I needed was for him to
take two steps and then I could take a good shot while I'm trying
to balance on these two logs.
Lisa, Jim's wife came up the trail very quietly to tell me we
were moving on. With my hand I motioned to her quietly that the
moose was standing right there. She went back down the hill quietly
to tell Rick the moose was in front of me. While she quietly moved
back down the trail, the moose turned and walked straight away,
all the while keeping the tree between me and him.
Rick came up quietly and I told him the moose had just moved off
slowly. Rick and I slipped into the brush, me following one step
behind. We got onto a game trail to make the walking a little
quieter.. Rick began cow calling again. We went just about 100
yards when we saw the moose standing quartering away at about
50 yards. I stepped out past Rick to one side and raised my rifle.
Rick was standing just behind me to one side when he said "Get
ready to" and I pulled the trigger. The bull turned and ran
crashing through the brush and disappeared just over the edge
of the hill and into the brush.
We walked to where the bull had been standing to look for blood.
We found a good blood trail and could hear the moose thrashing
around in the brush. Rick suggested we back out and not push the
moose. On the first day, and in less than two hours my hunt was
over. We recovered the moose about 40-50 yards from where I had
shot him about 45 minutes later. Measured out my bull was 52 inches
at his widest with beautiful long tines.
It truly was a great experience that I would recommend to anyone
wanting to hunt moose. The area is beautiful with lots of opportunities
to see elk, mule deer, bear, wolves, and whitetail deer. I'd highly