Let me star it off. IO got a few but this one was real cool.
This took place in Northern Maine in Cary Plantaion where we had built our cabin last year.
It was some where in mid october. The guy that sold me the land I built my cabin on , came by early in on the afternoon and asked if I wanted to shoot a big black bear that was in the area. Of course I said yes. He explained where it was, and that he had already been baiting it. Gary, the guy that is telling me about the bear, is a joker. He is prone to BS or exagerations, so I am reserved but eager. He gives me a bag of stale doughnuts, and tells me thier is a trashcan nailed to a pople tree down by the bog on the back part of his land.
I wait till about 3:30 get my browning 30-06 and the bag of doughnuts and I am off. Now, I am not actually thinking I am going to get this bear, if it exists at all. so I am looking at maybe getting some time in the woods and sitting on the stand that overlooks an old overgrown patatoe field.
In northern Maine, It gets dark early in the late fall, About 4:30 it's dark. So I make my way down an old skitter trail, and start getting into the wet rasberry bogs that are right before the ceder swamp that I am going to bait this bear at. As I am waltking I come across a bear print that was huge, the first sign that good old Gary might not been BSing after all. I check out this track and It seems fresh. I get a little anxious at tis point, but more excited. I proceed onward. towards the ceder swamp.
Bear are real smart, and very hard to hunt. the older bulls are even more so. I am thinking, because I am making alot of noise that this bear will be long gone.
I come to the end of the skitter trail and duck though some hemlock trees, from here to the bog it gets congested with all kinds of thick foliage. I dont know this land real well but well enough, I trek on. Still a little nervous about this bear. I start going in about twenty yards off the trail when A huge brown beast jumps up in front of me!. I cant see anything but abunch of movement and hear some crashing coming towards me. I see this dark mess coming right towards me and I fired my gun my rifle at it. As this happens I realize I really cant see much and I hope this thing dosent maul me. Before I know it, I fire off two shots at the Monster brown beast charging me, And then jump out of the way. Thinking I am about to be bear food I turn around and point the rifle up at what I think is a bear. To my surprise I see very large moose cow with a wound somewhere on her upper back. She then run/stumbles off.
I jump up immediatly and bring my rifle back on target and squeezed. She drops! At the same time, off on my periferee, I see movement. I turn to see a calf. Looked like was from that spring.
I turn the rifle towards the calf and notice that I am out of ammo. This thing is staying put, So I reachin to my jacket pocket and pull out the reserve shells. I pull out 8mm shells, and realize I screwed up. Having no ammo, I did the next best thing, I ran after this calf and tackled it! When doing so, this baby moose went into a mud hole, with me on top of it. What happened next was very painful. This moose began kicking me repeatedly in my right leg until I rolled off of it. It was still stuck in the mud , so I try to grab my knife to stab it. I started to grab my knife and the moose cleared itself from the mud, kick at me and ran into the brush.
Standing there freezing and covered in mud with a knife in my hand I know that I would not get that bastard right now, so I went to the downed cow. This thing was huge, way bigger than I imagined. I look at it and remember what some of the old ridge runners have told me about carving up moose. IT IS VERY HARD WITHOUT HELP.
I start making my intial cut and have to squint to see. I check for my flashlight and cant find it. I figured it must have gone into the mud with me and the calf. I am very cold and it is dark, I still proceed to gut this thing. I had to stick half my body up inside this thing to cut the wind pipe and guts off. Had to pull out a bladder that must have weighed 30 pounds and I try to pull the guts out. Of course I cant. They were too heavy and I was not wanting to break the stomach sack. I looked at the right ind quarter and started to carve it off. I get to the bone and used a hatchet I carry to hack the bone off. I do this and try to lift the leg. Too heavy, so I cut off the lower half of the leg and decide I can make it back.
It is totally dark and I am carrying a 100+ pound hind quarter to my camp. I walk all the way through the skitter road and stumbled into my camp, covered in blood and mud. My dogs (there is nine at the camp) freak out circle me and almost attak. My wife and friends see me and thing I was in some sort of horrible accident.
I take the hind quarter and place it in the wood shed, explain the situation to my two buds and recuit them to come help. I get a come along and some carving knives and a saw and start to head out. My friends follow after getting a pistol and a flash light. I am still cold and wet but Now I have help so it isnt that bad.
We make are way back down the skitter trail though the brush and over to the carcus, which happened to have a huge bear pawing at it. This bear took one look at us and did a fake charge. The next thing I know threeew grown men are running through the rasberry mud swamp stumbleing over each other in fear of our lives. We did not know if the bear was coming after us and headded for the easyiest way out, not the skitter road.
We ended up somewhat confused where we were headed as no one had brought a compass. To skits out to head back toward the bear, we headed in the direction we supposed we lived. Three hours of wandering in the dark we finally got home. Wide eyed and misserable we cleaned up and proceded to get real drunk.
That hind quarter fed us for all that month.