Remember, I warned you that these pictures were not for the faint of heart. Some may say they're for the guys (I'm grunting loudly now...)
Here are three pictures of a 10 point buck that I took with a 30.06 bolt action rifle. I hit the buck in the neck bringing it down quickly and probably as painlessly as possible.
There's that "deer-in-the-headlights" look again!
The brothers...(Left to right/ oldest to youngest) Bobby, better known as Paco, Harold, better know as Happy, and me! The huge, ugly black thing behind us is a cow moose my cousin Michael Allard took.
In 1995 I took a calf moose on the very top of a mountain. This mountain was visible from the living room window of a house that I owned in Quebec. The mountain (bush)had been cut about three years earlier and I knew that moose had taken residence there. I had to circle around the back side of the mountain so that I could approach them with the wind blowing in my face. That way they couldn't smell me coming. The animal was facing me and I fired two shots which hit it directly in the chest area less than two inches apart. In the picture on the right is Gerald Chassie (wearing blue jeans), a friend of mine that I grew up with, and Michael Allard, my cousin who took the huge cow mentioned above.
This is the cow that I was lucky enough to get the following year (1996.) I was about one mile north of our camp and had just put some flourescent marking ribbons on a pine tree to provide the rest of my gang with an indication as to what direction I was heading. I was standing at the edge of a creek with my rifle laying accross my feet eating a piece of cheese and drinking a pepsi. When I looked up, about 100 yards downstream, this cow was already more than half way across the narrow creek. I quickly dropped everything, picked up the gun and fired two quick shots hitting it just behind the front shoulder with the first shot and about eight inches below the spine midway down it's back with the second.
And now a blast from the past...In these two photos of my Dad, his friend Edmond Chassie (plaid coat) and a huge bull moose, I have a little story to tell. They had been away hunting for more than a week, miles and miles from home. There wasn't a moose in sight. On their way home, about 1/2 mile from the village of Waltham where we lived, this bull moose walked accross the road in front of them. The rest is history.
Here are a few pictures that portray the "moose hunt" very well. The gang, the songs back at the moose camp, and just the general comradary that exists.
Hunting can be a safe, enjoyable way to get out and get some fresh air, bond with some buddies, and just have good time. It also makes for a great environment to create many tall tales for posterity.
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