Our rights, responsibilities, obligations and privileges have been hot topics across the nation lately. This last week, though, what weighs most heavily on my shoulders is the obligation to bear arms.
The annual Tier II Subsistence Moose Hunt started September 15th and could run as late as October 7th. I drew a permit this year, so once again, I’m trying to figure out what to do about it.
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Wednesday I spent much of the day hunting moose and/or mushrooms and hauling firewood to the cabin from the Blow Down. When evening came, I plopped down on the couch with the laptop for some less srenuous work while dinner heated and I waited for Michelle to come home.
As I’d hunted that day, I began to doubt my methods. I usually hunt on the peninsula only. I dream of bagging a moose within hiking distance of the cabin. I don’t want to drive up river and try to stalk a moose on unfamiliar land. If I could have my way, a legal bull would come to the property, where I could shoot it close to home, tools, hot water, and other luxuries.
I began to consider how few moose I’d seen during the annual hunt (see Moose Hunt News Flash: I Actually Saw One!). Sightings become so rare each year during the hunt that I began to think that I delude myself thinking a moose might be bagged on our peninsula within the time period.
I rose from the couch to check on something, glanced out the window, and found a moose.
Makin’ tracks! Our guesthouse path ripped up by moose (Photo: Mark A. Zeiger).
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