Norwegianfoxdropper
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Had a pretty good season so far so figured out i could share it with all of you.
The population of moose in Scandinavian is pretty high, and since there is very few truly wild places again it means that moose are pretty much everywhere. Don't think there goes by a week with out seeing one or more from my kitchen window. The hunting we do here is some what different then in Canada and Alaska, were you spot and stalk while calling, when you have about 10-15 moose you got to shoot every year then its just not efficient. So we do a lot of driven hunts, all doo i like the spot and call or alone with the dog a lot better then the driven hunts can be pretty fun too.
Season opens up on 25th of September and ends on November the 15th. The county sets the final date so it depends on were you live.
First morning was a prime morning for driven hunting, cold and crisp. We meet up with the rest of the hunting party and draw-ed seats. I ended up getting a good location called "The chickensteps" its a high tower that looks over a marsh that connects with the forest the beaters were walking thru. After about 20 minutes one of the beaters called up on the coms and said he had seen a moose take of, the excitement build up. Not long after i heard some branches brake and the recognizable sound of hows running in marsh, one small cow made its way against me, i only saw glimts of it in some small openings and in the heat of the moment i rated this cow to be 1,5 years old and not a productive cow that yet could not have calf's. So in the next opening i pulled up my gun and gave her a shot. She stopped and i was not gonna let her run of on me so i gave her one more as she started to run away from me again and that was it, but as i cracked shot number 2 i thought to my self, she looked to be somewhat grey and old.... and that she was, old as [beeep] but not to big in size only 138kg so she was one old cow that had seen better days, the reason for her not having a calf was she was to old to have one here days of mothering was over.
Not a great first day but i had shot the first moose for the season.
Next day we meet up again and seats were drawn. Headed out and i got got a place were we should put up a high seat but have not done it yet. Again i had only small openings to shot in. As i were standing there the beaters kept all of the shooters informed about what they saw or heard. The beater closest to me said he had found a couple of beds after moose inside the plantings only 200 meters from me, suddenly i spot movement down the tree line, cow with two calf's are looking out over the logging field. I was on ready as we could shot one out of the double calf sets. The turned around and walked in to the plantings not being pushed hard enough to make a run for better grounds. I called up the beaters about my observation and they slowly moved my way in the hopes of sneaking in on the moose them self and getting a shot on one. Then the whole forest stared making sounds. For all of you that have seen jurassic park when dinosaurs run and you see the forest bowing all ways that's how it looks when 3 moose are coming your way. They came perfectly, i had planed all possible situations were the moose could come and were i would shot. So as they cleared out of the plantings i stared the camera mounted on the gun and waited for my moment to come, i picked out the last of the calf's and shot as he entered the small opening. He went down with a heart, lung and spine shot form above. The 9,3x62 did its job. Shortly after another calf hit the ground by another shoter.
The calf film.
Cow, calf and what know? A bull maybe?
First morning frost of the year is always a great morning, signs that there are better times coming. Snow, better calling conditions for predators and easier to see tracks from fox, lynx and wolverine.
And that day was a good one. My brother had arrived for some long a wait holiday and in hopes of catching up with my moose count as he has not yet shot one (Pfft.. good luck with that lol) The day stared out cold and nice, as i had already shot 2 moose in 2 days i was placed on a place were no one had ever shot one so the rest of the shooters could get in on some action. After a while the silence of bird songs and frost in the air was broken by a gunshot, then another then a shooter came on saying she had shot at a big bull it went down but its not dead yet and she could not see it any longer, one of the beaters with a tracking dog made his way against here location to retrieve and dispatch the bull. By law when any member shots at a moose you can not shot at another one before the first one are found and pronounced dead. So all of the other beaters stopped and awaited the situation. It did not take to long for another shot to ring out, the beater had found the bull and dispatched it. So we continued the drive, I was standing and drinking some coffee wondering about how big her bull was and when was it my turn to get a big one.. The dreaming was quickly interrupted by seeing movement in the end of the marsh i was standing in the end of. I could make out to small antlers on each side of his head, small bull perfect management bull to take. He was on the other end and he had already seen me, i slowly put down my coffee cup and went down in kneeling position at the same time, i called at him with a small grunt. He looked up at me and answered with a grunt i grunted back and he stared to walk directly against me, he knew i was no moose, but he did not know what to do. These 1,5 year old moose can be funny to watch their first fall with out a mother that take care of them, easily confused about things. He stopped in the marsh at about 100 meters and i let my aimpoint dot on his chest and let him have it. As he turned around i could see blood coming out his nose and chest and knew he was done. He made it into the forest before he crashed. Awesome experience. Me, my brother and my mom meet up at my bull while the rest walked down to the big bull, that wasn't that big after all, 13 points and small shovels. I was thrilled that my moose number 15 in my career was a bull.
And that's this falls moose season. We filled all of the tags this year as well 12 of them, now i'm just freelancing helping people in the backcountry that hasn't filled yet.
The population of moose in Scandinavian is pretty high, and since there is very few truly wild places again it means that moose are pretty much everywhere. Don't think there goes by a week with out seeing one or more from my kitchen window. The hunting we do here is some what different then in Canada and Alaska, were you spot and stalk while calling, when you have about 10-15 moose you got to shoot every year then its just not efficient. So we do a lot of driven hunts, all doo i like the spot and call or alone with the dog a lot better then the driven hunts can be pretty fun too.
Season opens up on 25th of September and ends on November the 15th. The county sets the final date so it depends on were you live.
First morning was a prime morning for driven hunting, cold and crisp. We meet up with the rest of the hunting party and draw-ed seats. I ended up getting a good location called "The chickensteps" its a high tower that looks over a marsh that connects with the forest the beaters were walking thru. After about 20 minutes one of the beaters called up on the coms and said he had seen a moose take of, the excitement build up. Not long after i heard some branches brake and the recognizable sound of hows running in marsh, one small cow made its way against me, i only saw glimts of it in some small openings and in the heat of the moment i rated this cow to be 1,5 years old and not a productive cow that yet could not have calf's. So in the next opening i pulled up my gun and gave her a shot. She stopped and i was not gonna let her run of on me so i gave her one more as she started to run away from me again and that was it, but as i cracked shot number 2 i thought to my self, she looked to be somewhat grey and old.... and that she was, old as [beeep] but not to big in size only 138kg so she was one old cow that had seen better days, the reason for her not having a calf was she was to old to have one here days of mothering was over.
Not a great first day but i had shot the first moose for the season.
Next day we meet up again and seats were drawn. Headed out and i got got a place were we should put up a high seat but have not done it yet. Again i had only small openings to shot in. As i were standing there the beaters kept all of the shooters informed about what they saw or heard. The beater closest to me said he had found a couple of beds after moose inside the plantings only 200 meters from me, suddenly i spot movement down the tree line, cow with two calf's are looking out over the logging field. I was on ready as we could shot one out of the double calf sets. The turned around and walked in to the plantings not being pushed hard enough to make a run for better grounds. I called up the beaters about my observation and they slowly moved my way in the hopes of sneaking in on the moose them self and getting a shot on one. Then the whole forest stared making sounds. For all of you that have seen jurassic park when dinosaurs run and you see the forest bowing all ways that's how it looks when 3 moose are coming your way. They came perfectly, i had planed all possible situations were the moose could come and were i would shot. So as they cleared out of the plantings i stared the camera mounted on the gun and waited for my moment to come, i picked out the last of the calf's and shot as he entered the small opening. He went down with a heart, lung and spine shot form above. The 9,3x62 did its job. Shortly after another calf hit the ground by another shoter.
The calf film.
Cow, calf and what know? A bull maybe?
First morning frost of the year is always a great morning, signs that there are better times coming. Snow, better calling conditions for predators and easier to see tracks from fox, lynx and wolverine.
And that day was a good one. My brother had arrived for some long a wait holiday and in hopes of catching up with my moose count as he has not yet shot one (Pfft.. good luck with that lol) The day stared out cold and nice, as i had already shot 2 moose in 2 days i was placed on a place were no one had ever shot one so the rest of the shooters could get in on some action. After a while the silence of bird songs and frost in the air was broken by a gunshot, then another then a shooter came on saying she had shot at a big bull it went down but its not dead yet and she could not see it any longer, one of the beaters with a tracking dog made his way against here location to retrieve and dispatch the bull. By law when any member shots at a moose you can not shot at another one before the first one are found and pronounced dead. So all of the other beaters stopped and awaited the situation. It did not take to long for another shot to ring out, the beater had found the bull and dispatched it. So we continued the drive, I was standing and drinking some coffee wondering about how big her bull was and when was it my turn to get a big one.. The dreaming was quickly interrupted by seeing movement in the end of the marsh i was standing in the end of. I could make out to small antlers on each side of his head, small bull perfect management bull to take. He was on the other end and he had already seen me, i slowly put down my coffee cup and went down in kneeling position at the same time, i called at him with a small grunt. He looked up at me and answered with a grunt i grunted back and he stared to walk directly against me, he knew i was no moose, but he did not know what to do. These 1,5 year old moose can be funny to watch their first fall with out a mother that take care of them, easily confused about things. He stopped in the marsh at about 100 meters and i let my aimpoint dot on his chest and let him have it. As he turned around i could see blood coming out his nose and chest and knew he was done. He made it into the forest before he crashed. Awesome experience. Me, my brother and my mom meet up at my bull while the rest walked down to the big bull, that wasn't that big after all, 13 points and small shovels. I was thrilled that my moose number 15 in my career was a bull.
And that's this falls moose season. We filled all of the tags this year as well 12 of them, now i'm just freelancing helping people in the backcountry that hasn't filled yet.
