It’s getting where it’s almost more hassle than it’s worth to fill your freezer with meat for the winter. Moose hunting just isn’t what it used to be. What with Argos and cell phones and short magnums and GPS’s and MRE’s and air boats and Thermax underwear and whatnot, the traditional hunting mystique has become as elusive as that monster 74 incher.
I remember the days when if you pulled into the turnoff at the trailhead where you planned to begin your hunting trip and encountered another vehicle, you backed out and went somewhere else. It was the unspoken law of the Northland. “Give another hunter his space. There’s plenty for everybody.” I doubt that’s true anymore. Lately, I’ve begun to suspect that if every hunter out there got a moose each year, in just a couple of seasons the poor creatures would be extinct.
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