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I have been an avid bowhunter for 28 years, hunting everything from deer to turkey, elk to bear. I am also an IBO Men’s Open Semi-Pro class shooter. But last September’s trip was definitely “The Hunt of a Lifetime."
It started months earlier when my boss and friend, Jay Swigart, came to me and said, “I want to go on a moose hunt.” He asked me to go along, and I took him up on it.
So on September 8, I arrived at the base camp of Jim Shockey's Hunting Adventures/Rugh River Outfitters, located in the northern area of the Yukon Territory. They don’t get many bowhunters; it’s such a big animal. But once you’re there, the Jim Shockey people do a heck of a job getting people into territory that’s so remote that no one hunts there, not even the locals. To our surprise, Jay and I each had our own guide and would be hunting 15 miles away from one another.
Hunting The Yukon
My guide was the very experienced, hard-hunting Chris Locke who, like all Yukon guides, completed rigorous guide training and licensing. First, moose are big and dangerous. Second, Canada respects its native peoples, who worship moose, so it’s a protected species in many ways. I was in good hands.
Our float plane landed in an undisturbed, remote area on the Stewart River. My home for the next week would be a canvas wall tent. Chris had already been there a week setting things up and scouting.
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Thick timber stands as much as 60 feet tall, with thick undergrowth up to 14 feet high from the floor. With such short sight lines, you have to pay attention, as grizzlies can appear at any time. |
Elsewhere the terrain varies. Along the Stewart River you will see lots of debris piled against the 6-foot-steep banks. Over the river’s banks are marshy flats, thick timber, burned-out sections, and 300-foot cliffs. The marshy flats have open grassy areas and patches of thickets standing as tall as 10 feet. These flats can cover a 1-square-mile area or more.
As far as trees go, they call it the bush, not the woods. Everything is surrounded by tall trees, and you can’t see more than 30 to 40 yards. Thick timber stands as much as 60 feet tall, with thick undergrowth up to 14 feet high from the floor. With such short sight lines, you have to pay attention, as grizzlies can appear at any time. Once in the timber areas, you might hike upland 1,500 feet sometimes.
For bowhunters there are two ways to hunt moose. One method is to select a 3- or 4-square-mile area. Each day you set up and work a small portion of that area about two hours at a time. You make cow calls, then move 300 to 400 yards, set up, and repeat calling. Each day you work the same area doing three to four setups. During the pre rut, this will attract bulls.
The other method is a version of the spot & stalk approach. Without the range of a rifle, bowhunters must focus on smaller, thicker areas, like riverbanks or the slough banks. Moose are very curious animals, so you can float along thick areas making noise with your boat paddles, which very well could draw a curious bull.
Hunt Diary
“Home” for the river-based hunt was a well-stocked wall-tent camp that allowed easy access to miles of prime moose habitat.
Sunday—I arrived at camp, and Chris and I went over survival techniques. If something were to happen, there is no communication, so you have to rely on your own skills and wisdom until help arrives. You learn that you shouldn’t eat everything you have; try to save something in case you’re in the bush longer than you expect.

Monday—It poured rain all day long and made things pretty tough. (It rained four out of the 10 days we were there.) My Realtree HD-camo Remington waterproof gear and LaCrosse Alpha Burley boots saved me. No luck—saw nothing. I was happy to get back to the camp.
Tuesday—The fog was thick and dense, and the river was full. It was 150 yards bank-to-bank and about 20 feet deep. There was a lot of big timber going down the river, so navigation was hazardous. But we saw some small moose, mostly cows.
Wednesday—It was rainy and windy. The river was still up and, again, difficult to navigate, but we were able to get back into the sloughs. There are no beaches along the very steep banks, and branches hang over them, so getting out of the boat can be a challenge. I observed how curious the moose are when you make noise. They do come out. But then you have minimal
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| The river, near flood stage, was especially hazardous due to the large amount of floating logs and other debris. |
Thursday—Clear skies, but it was warm: 45 degrees F. This put a damper on the rut. That evening the wind picked up, and we could feel the temperature drop. We were wakened by a wolf at 1:30 at night. He was either howling to find a mate or because he had found food. We had an air horn and blew it, and he took off pretty quickly.
Friday—Today we had light rain, light wind. With temps in the mid 30s, we knew that would put the rut back into full swing. We saw five or six bulls, but nothing any better than 42 inches. We got to within 15 yards of some small bulls and had fun with them. We went up-river about 30 miles just to see activity on the shorelines. At one point we saw sign of two bulls fighting over a cow—easy to tell because they’re such big animals and tear up the terrain. Still no luck.
Saturday—Light fog, no wind, about 30 degrees. We felt good about the conditions and decided to focus our efforts today on a 1- or 2-square-mile area within the larger area we had been working all week. We decided on this location because moose had responded to our calls here, and now we found a smaller area that had a lot of fresh sign. Knowing that a moose may hear a cow call 5 miles away we felt the bulls were in the area and we had to close in on them. That evening we were on a sand bar calling, heard a bull, but he was in the bush and would not come out. However, we had four other bulls come in during the three hours we tried. One of them, a fairly nice 52- or 53-inch bull, 42 yards away, came within bow range, and Chris urged me to shoot. Although it was the second to last day of the hunt, I did not want to take that bull. Chris agreed; we had a certain standard in mind, and this bull wasn’t it. I told Chris that I wanted the bull that would not come out of the bush.
Sunday—Our last scheduled hunting day. It was make or break. But it was really foggy, and we couldn’t see anything. Conditions on the river were dangerous as it was going back down. We hunted on foot around the camp waiting for the fog to
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| The author’s 10-day Yukon adventure was everything he planned for and more, highlighted by his immense bull that places third in the Pope & Young recordbook. |
Taking Down Big Boy
“Wow, that’s the one,” I said.
“What a big boy,” said Chris.
The problem was that he would not leave the cow and calf that were with him. Despite our best calling, he would not come across the river. We knew we had to go after him, so we got in the boat, started the motor, and went across the river. As we were crossing we could see him moving along the riverbank.
Now the bull is coming up the river to meet us, so we get right to the shore and tie the boat off. We climb the bank; the bull is 45 yards away. The brush was too thick for a shot, so we moved in closer. We knew he was curious and wouldn’t run off. We were soaking wet, but the river water covered our smell really well. We approached to 25 yards. Unfortunately the cover was thick, and some leaves hung down. As soon as I thought I had a clear shot, I took it. But my arrow hit a twig. It was a gut shot, but it didn’t penetrate the hide. The arrow was just hanging as the bull turned and ran some 200 yards away.
“Oh, no,” we thought.
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I approached the spot where he had stood, and there was my arrow—a complete pass-through and a great bloodtrail. Unfortunately Chris, inexperienced with bowhunters, ran toward the downed bull. The bull jumped back to his feet and took off.
We tracked him almost a mile. When we found him, just under 50 yards, he stood up. I drew, then let down. Chris wondered what I was doing.
I said, “Look at his back legs.”
They were bent and wobbling. I knew he was not going anywhere. Sure enough, he went down.
The Long Haul
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| Many anxious moments spent on a flood-stage river, and a middle-of-the-night wolf encounter, added to the author’s Canadian moose-hunting experience. |
It’s an hour and a half from darkness. It took an hour to get the horns to the boat. The ride back to camp was really dangerous as we covered the last mile or so in the dark.
The next day the plane was scheduled to pick us up, but we knew there was no way we would get all our meat and hide back to camp before the plane arrived. The plane came and circled camp, a signal that it would return the next day. It took over eight hours and two trips to pack it all out.
On Tuesday our plane landed, and we loaded up. Our pilot didn’t want to put the horns on the outside of the plane, so inside they went. It was cramped, but I didn’t care. I had just experienced 10 days of unbelievable hunting and bagged a 64 3/4-inch-wide moose that officially placed third in the Pope & Young record book!







