“Fear thou not; for I am with thee: be not dismayed; for I am thy God: I will strengthen thee; yea, I will help thee; yea, I will uphold thee with the right hand of my righteousness.” ISAIAH 41:10
Well, see, you did that thing all wrong when you found someone at "your" water hole.
This guy came in and did this every 15-20 minutesall day long, 100 yards from our caribou blind.
And yes- it was obvious we were there, by the machines if nothing else, but he also saw us.
Biggest moose I ever killed was much the same situation as your VERY dandy bull. 5 GI's had been in the cabin for several days, mostly (or maybe entirely) drinking. They were drunk when we met them mid-day on the Yukon several miles below the cabin on our way in, their way out.. They "hadn't seen a thing".
My bud and I spent all afternoon cleaning up the cabin and floating bear cans, etc in the backwater at the mouth of the tributary, gathering one bag of regular trash, and several of alcohol containers. Then we went fishing, filling two coolers with pike, giving the area some quiet time that evening.
Next morning at daybreak I took station about 600 yards or so from the cabin, at a point of brush looking down a half-mile long, 500 yard wide oxbow slough. Before long I spotted a big bull coming down the grassy area, just outside the tree-line of the center, treed "island", on the side away from the cabin.. He would walk a few yards and stop, look and listen toward the cabin, then continue for another 20-30 yards and do it all over again.
I drilled him at about 200 yards- as close to the cabin, trail, and boat as he was going to get. 62 1/2 inches, my second and best moose.
He thought he had it all figured out - me- I was just lucky.
I'll take lucky.
I also know the "Oh, crap, I am so f***ed" look. I once spotted a fork-horn bull moose just on the other side of a clump of brush he was feeding on, steeply uphill from me. I knelt and waited for a clear shot. He worked his way around until I had a clear head-on shot at 16 yards - I squeezed off just after his eyes focused on me - then bulged.
The 275 gr Speer Grand Slam just under his chin flipped him over backwards, nearly decapitating him on impact with the spine. He had 16 inch long forks, but is the smallest bodied "yearling" bull I ever shot. The largest bodied yearling I've taken had 4" spikes. Go figure.
And thanks for all the kind remarks, particularly from you long time members who don’t post very often. Nice to see you guys post something and know you are still around
"Successful is leaving something in better shape than you inherited it in. Keep that in mind, son." Dad