We are picking up our processed moose tomorrow, but boy did we have a lucky hunt. 7 days of warm, wind, and rain. No movement until day 8, when it stopped raining and being just generally awful. We see our first set of fresh tracks for the trip and spread out. Well, I stayed near where the moose went into the timber, and in about 10 minutes, he thought it was safe. Well that was the last mistake he ever made. From about 75 yards, I took aim and drilled him behind the shoulder, through the lungs, and took the top of his heart out. Thanks to my .30-06 111 and my handloaded Nosler Partitions, he only took 3 steps before going down like a ton of bricks. He was a nice 40" bull that hadn't gone into rut yet. Winter will be yummy.