Ugly Sauce
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Tried tried again. Yesterday my weapons of choice were Bessie and the Little Brat. If you don't know the Little Brat, she's an Uberti 1862 Pocket Police. Coffee break! Prior to stopping here for coffee, I ran into Mrs.Moose. Had I been moose hunting, I'd have me a heap of meat right now. But, no moose tags for this GMU as far as I know. She was very close, and seemed very curious but not aggressive in any way. Certainly was not scared of me. The moose here have never been hunted.
I call this: "The Big Swamp". It's a big giant marshy pond that dries up late fall. This is looking the other direction from where I was sitting against the fence post/tree. I was right on the fence line which separates State Land from a giant hunk of private land, which the Swamp is on. You can see how the land drops off into the Swamp, and just to the left another moose was bedded down. I didn't see him until he got up and headed across the swamp about 20 minutes into my coffee break. I had coffee with a MOOSE! The trees and brush were too thick for me to tell if it was another cow, bull, or Bruce the Moose.
Lots of rock formations like this, "Mini" buttes and basalt rock columns. The area was formed from molten basalt flowing up and out, the bazillions of years later covered with soil, then the Missoula floods came through and washed much of the top soil away, leaving the rock formations, and making small valleys and hills and stuff. This is one of the far corners of this section of state land, and is the four corners of four land sections. The state land is surrounded by very large tracts of private land...but permission to hunt them is very hard to get.
Oh look...isn't Bessie pretty?? Two ounces of #4 and 100 grains of 1fg.
And to top off the day, a cigar while watching the sunset before the hike back to the road. And no, didn't see hide nor feather or hear a single cluck of a turkey. !!!