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Cabin Update and the Moose that wasn’t

Posted by on September 29, 2011

Dean and I had scheduled time to head down to the cabin and get the roof on before winter hit it full force and the snow started to fly. We drove down and parked the RV’s in our usual spot near Hurricane Gulch. The first day was spent working on the creek crossing and laying down some more railroad ties to keep the trail in usable condition. Not an easy job with all the rain we had this summer. I think I’m going to name it the BO crossing.

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Setting the rafters and sheathing the roof.

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On day two we actually got into the cabin and started prep work, laying out tools, getting the generator set up, sorting out the building material, etc. Finally got to pound some nails in by the end of the day and made a little progress. We spent the next couple of days setting up scaffolding and placing the rafters for the back half of the cabin. This section is really easy to get to as it covers the loft. So when Dean said quite, I hear something, it didn’t take me long to get my sights on a 36 to 40 inch Bull Moose that was walking by the cabin. My tag was filled, but Dean’s wasn’t, well shoot, the area is a spike fork or 50 inch only, one lucky bull that day, he was too small..

Next day were headed back and as we leave the camp area we notice these fresh tracks, looking good. Get to the road and discover a 54 inch Bull somebody hit with their truck. Nice moose, lots of meat and a great rack, too bad we had to leave it for the salvage folks the state called.

So more days on the roof and we’ve made good progress, the day before Dean has to leave we get about half way into the cabin site and I see this tree move, holy smokes, that ain’t no tree, it’s the biggest bull I’ve ever had a scope on.. So what do we, I holler at Dean, hey Moose, he comes back we look at this monster through our scopes and then discuss what to do. The conversation goes something like:

Man that’s a huge bull, let’s get him.

Naw, that’s 12 hours of work and we have the roof to finish.

Hum, yeah the roof, well we could always do the roof Sunday.

Nope, need to head back to town tomorrow, plus we’d have to get someone to drive down from town to haul it back so the meat doesn’t spoil.

Yeah, but that’s at least a 65 incher and a record bull… Let’s just shoot it and worry about the rest later.

And the conversation goes on like this for about 8 minutes, us talking back and forth during which time that old bull is just standing there looking at us. So we decide to shoot it, rifles up, braced, scopes on line….. Dang Moose, turns and walks into the brush and we lose it before we could get a shot off.

So this is the year of the record Bull Moose that wasn’t, enough said. At least the cabin roof is up and in the dry.

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