My hunting partner, his wife, and I went up the Chena River last evening. River is way up, nearing flood stage. We ran about five miles up river, then stopped and sat for about an hour. Time for the animals to get over the sounds from the engine. Then we started drifting. I manned the oars to keep Linda facing down stream, she had a cow tag. 30 minutes into the float we saw out first cow. Linda did not want to shoot, it was too small. I estimated about 500 to 600 pounds. We continued on down river. 20 minutes later we saw another cow. This one looked to be between 900 to 1000 lbs. Linda took her shot. From the drifting boat she had a hard time keeping the scope on target. She shot high, missing bones that would have dropped it on the spot, but hitting vitals. Moose ran into the willows and disappeared. She and her Husband followed it. Suddenly it jumped up and took off running. Linda was able to get a good shot into the back of the head. Down Moose, 300 yards of rough terrain from the boat. Grass and willows, shoulder high. Downed logs across the trail, some rotten, some not. Channels a foot deep and two to three feet wide where water had ran during times of flood.
We hiked into the area and started working. We skinned the top side, getting the first shoulder off, ready to go to the boat. I threw it up on my shoulder and headed out. I had forgotten how heavy a Moose shoulder is. After the first 100 yards I was struggling. After 200 I was getting desperate to get rid of the weight. I was able to switch from the right shoulder to the left one. When I got to the boat, linda thought I was having a heart attack due to my heavy breathing. I just needed to sit down.
From then on the large pices were put on a pack frame, and Linda's husband took them out to the boat. I hauled the bags of meat, containing the back straps, tenderloins, and the deboned neck meat. Making three more trips for me. Linda shot the Moose right around 7 PM. We got finished loading up and back on the river at Midnight. Due to the heavy load in the front of the boat, we were unable to get up on step. So we idled on down river to the boat ramp. We loaded the boat onto the trailer and headed home. Ten minutes later they dropped me off at my house, it was 1:20AM. I said I would just walk over this morning to get my truck and unload all my gear from the boat. I would also help move the meat into the garage.
This morning I can hardly walk. My shoulders are so sore I don't want to use my arms for anything. Eating breakfast was a pain, really. NO MORE MOOSE HUNTING, EVER! NEVER AGAIN! We are leaving Tuesday to go hunt Bears. I have already told my partner, if he shoots a Moose, I'll shoot him. Gosh my back hurts, even the bottoms of my feet hurt! I hate Moose, I hate Moose, I hate Moose!