Went on a river hunt for Moose, in British Columbia. Up and down the river, stopping at places the guide knew to climb a hill or tree and glass. He had plywood moose antlers he would rake the trees with. Friend and myself both got nice moose. Had a griz coming in at night to try and get the meat. Tried several things to keep him away. Last night there I put peanut butter on a can of pepper spray and hung it from the meat pole. Heard him scream when he bit it and nice big hole in the can. Heard later a bear came in a totally flattened the camp. Good times and good memories.
