My only moose - taken with an open-sighted 500 Linebaugh at 125 yards
with 410 grainers doin' 1,200 fps. Drop camp on the Nimiuktuk River
(dumps into the Noatak). First spotted this moose 2 miles out from atop a
high point above the drop camp. Hiked down to camp and had some Chili-Mac,
then took off solo on my attack plan. Hours later, I crawled up over a
small lake / pond edge and he was where I'd spotted him bedding down. I
backed out of sight, looked at my watch, and waited a full 15 minutes to
let my heart rate settle. Then crawled back into a prone position and let
the blade settle low on his chest across the lake. I leaned on the
Linebaugh's trigger until she went off while she was still pointed right
at his heart. He bellowed, but didn't move. I cocked the single-action
back for a second shot, and let fly. This time he staggered to his feet
and ended up looking straight away from me with his front right shin
busted. I lined up on his tailbone, planning on anchoring him with a
spine shot. I missed 3 inches left, passing through his left ham, busting
through his femur, and stopped by the hide on the far side of his ham.
He dropped hard. Now he was heart shot, with a busted front right shin
and back left femur. Turns out he was dead on his feet. I kept him from
dying in the lake. The story starts here, but I'm past my word limit 😎
ML
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