The Tier II Subsistence Moose Hunt started September 15th, and runs till midnight tonight, when it’ll be shut down by emergency order. As often happens, I drew a permit, allowing me to hunt for bulls with particular antler configurations. As I do every year, I dream of a legal bull wandering into the compound during daylight. Such an event would certainly beat bagging a moose somewhere else, requiring long, heavy hauls of meat.
The illegal bull that Michelle encountered in September has continued to loiter around the trail head in Mud Bay, wooing a pair of cows (see Crossing the Autumnal Equinox—Both of Them). I have not called moose on our property, fearing this unbaggable bull might come our way.
