moose

moose

This version is Full of ‘inside’ references which are noted at the bottom.

It was a dark and stormy night….again. (of course it was dark !!!! IT WAS NIGHT TIME !!!! )

…anyways, There we were in the wilds of northern BC… in the bush…where most of the animals lived.

The Hunting party was looking for one. A monster of the undulate kind.

A killer with horns and teeth that would strike fear in any normal human.

But we were not normal. We were a bit abnormal and generally a ‘bit off’ … and there we were.

The morning of the historical event started as all others.

One-Shot-Frankie and the Ancient one passed each other on the way to and from the toilet.

‘Morning’ they echoed for the 1-1/2 minutes it took to pass each other in the night… as fast as a three legged turtle.

As others awakened, dressed and obtained coffee we were all soon off to various locations in search of ‘the beast’.

Don, (aka ‘The Ancient One’ ) along with Lorraine , ( aka ‘The Governor’ ) , and D , ( aka ‘The Manager’ ) gathered young Quin, ( aka ‘Q’), and headed out.

Frankie (aka -One-Shot ) headed south looking for grouse with his 1935 jammed 22 cal.

G, (aka ‘I Almost got 3’) headed north with his trusty call.

And with a 100 yard rope firmly tied around Keith’s waist, he and Kevin (Scrotum and Lint ) meandered toward town. ( 1…note below… )

D and Q set themselves next to an expanse of grass, water, trees, bugs and Devils club.

Hey what’s this? Asked Q while grabbing it to help him climb. ‘Devils club’, D said. ‘OUCH’ said Q.

In all the confusion and swearing a shadowy figure emerged in the morning mist.

‘Sandwiches anyone’ ? asked the Governor . ( 2 )

With a mouth full of baloney, mustard and sourdough D recreated the perfect replica of a Cow in heat. A Jersey cow, but still a pretty good imitation. ( He was trying for a Holstein…)

Just then a monster appeared on the horizon, perhaps 700-800 yards away. Maybe 50, maybe 200 …nobody knows for sure.

Q’s adrenaline kicked in. He prepared himself. After several squats, toe-touching, neck rolls, hamstring stretches, quadriceps stretches and a slow 2k jog to warm his 6 foot 6” frame , he was ready.

D finished his sandwich and kept calling. The monster patiently waiting 10 yards away for both to finish.

Grabbing the tri-pod Q rested his arm on it and pointed to the moose like a Golden Retriever.

‘Try using the gun’. Said D. ‘Good idea’, said Q.

After declaring that all the grouse had probably gone to Palm Springs, the Ancient one’s nod set events in motion.

Lead flew. The monster dropped. Q’s adrenaline went into overdrive.

‘Flat Tire !!! Flat Tire !!! ‘ crackled over the radio as the rest of the crew sprung into action, zooming over the roads towards Q and D. ( except one-shot since he had Keith’s beloved truck and would NEVER EVER EVER drive it fast over potholes and mud ). ( 3 )

As he arrived minutes later Q was still living on adrenaline. Seeing One-shot coming down the road he skipped like an exhilarant 6 year old and rushed toward One-Shot. With his hands above his head gesturing a large block of air or perhaps a horn size he announced, ’ Mines bigger than Keith’s !!! Mines Bigger than Keith’s’ !!!

No one asked for proof. (It’s just something you don’t do as a man…). ( 4 )

G arrived with the trailer, then Scrotum and Lint, (Keith and Kevin ) joined the fray.

‘Gee I wish I could shoot something with horns’, said Kevin. Alas, little did he know what was in store for him.

Let’s just say packing up included him opening and closing the glove compartment. ( 5 )

Keith prepared himself with Hip Waiters and made his way to the trail towards the river. Missing the 8 foot wide path cut through the bush, flanked with landing lights and a guy named ‘Jerry’ with light batons we borrowed from The PG airport. ( 6 )

Him and G went down to the water with a tow rope in hand.

‘Perhaps a canoe would do best ‘, said G. ‘Right’. Said Keith.

They located the beast, hog tied the critter and the pulling began.

When it was roadside we burst into the chorus of ‘Celebration Time Come On ‘ by Cool and the Gang.

We all pulled our pant legs up as far as we could and danced in order to honor The Tall One, 6’-6” Q, and his achievement.

Sugar-plums and steaks circled round our heads, cameras clicked, Q grinned, the moose smiled and life was good.

The new ‘A-Team’ had been born.

‘Sandwiches anyone?’ asked the Governor.

1 – Scrotum and Lint was the flavor Keith invented when he saw One-shot take out a lost doggie treat from 2024 from his front pocket to give to Ah-mi …( black lab )
2 – Lorraine would supply the crew with sandwiches as we moved or processed the mooses
3 – ‘Flat Tire !!! – Bring the air compressor’, was code for ‘Moose Down, get the trailer .’
4 – Keith had shot a fair size immature 2 days before
5 – Kevin’s immature’s horns ( pictures below ) were proportional to the mouse that G had caught the night before. So small we thought they would get lost in the back so maybe the glove compartment was the proportionally correct storage.
6 – Keith had stepped out of the truck and blazed a path down to the river, however, he missed the path that was cleared for him just outside his trucks door…

first moose and proudly Scoped

one-horned mouse

moose

This version is Full of ‘inside’ references which are noted at the bottom.

It was a dark and stormy night….again. (of course it was dark !!!! IT WAS NIGHT TIME !!!! )

…anyways, There we were in the wilds of northern BC… in the bush…where most of the animals lived.

The Hunting party was looking for one. A monster of the undulate kind.

A killer with horns and teeth that would strike fear in any normal human.

But we were not normal. We were a bit abnormal and generally a ‘bit off’ … and there we were.

The morning of the historical event started as all others.

One-Shot-Frankie and the Ancient one passed each other on the way to and from the toilet.

‘Morning’ they echoed for the 1-1/2 minutes it took to pass each other in the night… as fast as a three legged turtle.

As others awakened, dressed and obtained coffee we were all soon off to various locations in search of ‘the beast’.

Don, (aka ‘The Ancient One’ ) along with Lorraine , ( aka ‘The Governor’ ) , and D , ( aka ‘The Manager’ ) gathered young Quin, ( aka ‘Q’), and headed out.

Frankie (aka -One-Shot ) headed south looking for grouse with his 1935 jammed 22 cal.

G, (aka ‘I Almost got 3’) headed north with his trusty call.

And with a 100 yard rope firmly tied around Keith’s waist, he and Kevin (Scrotum and Lint ) meandered toward town. ( 1…note below… )

D and Q set themselves next to an expanse of grass, water, trees, bugs and Devils club.

Hey what’s this? Asked Q while grabbing it to help him climb. ‘Devils club’, D said. ‘OUCH’ said Q.

In all the confusion and swearing a shadowy figure emerged in the morning mist.

‘Sandwiches anyone’ ? asked the Governor . ( 2 )

With a mouth full of baloney, mustard and sourdough D recreated the perfect replica of a Cow in heat. A Jersey cow, but still a pretty good imitation. ( He was trying for a Holstein…)

Just then a monster appeared on the horizon, perhaps 700-800 yards away. Maybe 50, maybe 200 …nobody knows for sure.

Q’s adrenaline kicked in. He prepared himself. After several squats, toe-touching, neck rolls, hamstring stretches, quadriceps stretches and a slow 2k jog to warm his 6 foot 6” frame , he was ready.

D finished his sandwich and kept calling. The monster patiently waiting 10 yards away for both to finish.

Grabbing the tri-pod Q rested his arm on it and pointed to the moose like a Golden Retriever.

‘Try using the gun’. Said D. ‘Good idea’, said Q.

After declaring that all the grouse had probably gone to Palm Springs, the Ancient one’s nod set events in motion.

Lead flew. The monster dropped. Q’s adrenaline went into overdrive.

‘Flat Tire !!! Flat Tire !!! ‘ crackled over the radio as the rest of the crew sprung into action, zooming over the roads towards Q and D. ( except one-shot since he had Keith’s beloved truck and would NEVER EVER EVER drive it fast over potholes and mud ). ( 3 )

No one asked for proof. (It’s just something you don’t do as a man…). ( 4 )

G arrived with the trailer, then Scrotum and Lint, (Keith and Kevin ) joined the fray.

‘Gee I wish I could shoot something with horns’, said Kevin. Alas, little did he know what was in store for him.

Let’s just say packing up included him opening and closing the glove compartment. ( 5 )

Keith prepared himself with Hip Waiters and made his way to the trail towards the river. Missing the 8 foot wide path cut through the bush, flanked with landing lights and a guy named ‘Jerry’ with light batons we borrowed from The PG airport. ( 6 )

Him and G went down to the water with a tow rope in hand.

‘Perhaps a canoe would do best ‘, said G. ‘Right’. Said Keith.

They located the beast, hog tied the critter and the pulling began.

When it was roadside we burst into the chorus of ‘Celebration Time Come On ‘ by Cool and the Gang.

We all pulled our pant legs up as far as we could and danced in order to honor The Tall One, 6’-6” Q, and his achievement.

Sugar-plums and steaks circled round our heads, cameras clicked, Q grinned, the moose smiled and life was good.

The new ‘A-Team’ had been born.

‘Sandwiches anyone?’ asked the Governor.

1 – Scrotum and Lint was the flavor Keith invented when he saw One-shot take out a lost doggie treat from 2024 from his front pocket to give to Ah-mi …( black lab )

2 – Lorraine would supply the crew with sandwiches as we moved or processed the mooses

3 – ‘Flat Tire !!! – Bring the air compressor’, was code for ‘Moose Down, get the trailer .’

4 – Keith had shot a fair size immature 2 days before

5 – Kevin’s immature’s horns ( pictures below ) were proportional to the mouse that G had caught the night before. So small we thought they would get lost in the back so maybe the glove compartment was the proportionally correct storage.

6 – Keith had stepped out of the truck and blazed a path down to the river, however, he missed the path that was cleared for him just outside his trucks door…

first moose and proudly Scoped