Great Hunt with a great story. Heading the Arctic Circle to hunt Alaska-Yukon Moose and Alaska Airlines loses my luggage with my 300 RUM, 200 Grain Nosler Partition Bullets. I sight in a .270 Short Mag and head to the bush with borrowed clothing and oversized boots. I bring my gun hoping my luggage can arrive. Baggage makes it to Norman Wells and we send the Helicopter to get it and have the pilot bring back some Pizza and Beer. We do not light a fire in fear of scaring the Moose off the peninsula. Subsequently, we freeze all night and get dumped on with snow. Morning comes and the wind is changing direction every 10 minutes. Unable to get a Bull already grazing with 5 Cows to come in, Tanner climbs to a vantage point to locate him. We set up and he refuses to come in to calling. A huge cow we think is dry has positioned herself between the Bull and us. We do not know the Bull is there. We purposely try to scare the cow off so we can cross the meadow and she does not leave. When she finally shows some intent, the Bull Moose stands up. She continues to graze and he lays down. We now hunt him like a Whitetail because he is not calling. She steps into the woods and he stands up and heads to an opening the size of a doorway. I set up and harvest him at 175 yards through high willows and 25 yards into the woods. I would've never made this shot without my gun. After the Helicopter drops the meat at camp, it returns for us. When we all arrive toward camp, we notice smoke in the distance. As we get closer we see the hunters barracks with all my remaining gear, street clothes, jewelry, cash, passport and possesions going up in flames. I am forced to re-route my entire trip home, sacrifice my moose meat and head to Calgary to the American Consolate to get an emergency temporary passport. As I am leaving Canada, the American Customs Officer detains me for 2 hours because my gun was not pre-registered in the United States. I have done several trips to Canada for hunting and never had to do this before. Once cleared, I was on my way home to hunt Elk in New Mexico with my father. After a stop at my second home in Show Low, Arizona, I pick up my father in Albequerqee. On the way to the outfitters ranch in Unit 4, I suffer a blow out that has to be changed roadside. In New Mexico while hunting, I am alerted that my 15 year old daughter has been hospitolized. At this minute, we are waiting for results to see if she has ulcerated colitis or chroens disease. I'd like to thank the great freinds we have at Redstone Trophy Hunts for always placing safety before any animals score and keeping me out of harms way for the second straight hunt and the staff at Brazos River Outfitters for helping to get my father and I home safely to our family. The trophy's we got on these hunts and the possesions lost are no replacement for my daughters health. We hope God takes care of her as he has taken care of all of us.
hey how do you like your .270 wsm?
sg72792 1 month ago
@sg72792 Thankfully my 300 Ultra Mag showed up with the Helicopter and Pizza Delivery. I would never shoot a .270 wsm at an Alaska Yukon Moose. Maybe a nice varment, blacktail, coues gun, but thats hit. The bullet placement theory is for guys who talk a big game and never kill anything. When your spending thousands of dollars on hunts, you need to kill the animal. There's enough "woulda, coulda, shoulda" stories out there. No need to add to them.
regionalaz 1 month ago
sorry to hear about your misfortune hope your daughter is ok.
MrBrray 2 months ago
@MrBrray Much appreciated thought. Seeing a child suffer through Chrons Disease and getting chemo therapy once a month is extremely disheartening. She has a great attitude and if any kid is going to beat it, she will.
regionalaz 1 month ago
What caused the fire?
WHU4EVER100 2 months ago
@WHU4EVER100 Hot Water Heater Malfunction on the roof of the hunters barracks.
regionalaz 1 month ago