LDK
AH member
My friends thought I had shot a Moose, but they were occupied with their own business so I walked the 210 yards to where I ranged my shot but could find no blood. I followed a faint trail through the marsh grass until it entered the timber but could still find no blood. Now I was born at night, but it wasn't last night. I'm not about to go into thick, dark timber alone where I could have stumbled onto a wounded bear, no sir, no Fly's on me gents. I backed out and went to join my friends and report what had happened. By the time I made my way to them, darkness was setting in, so it would be the next morning before we tracked up my bruin. It had only traveled about 100 yards if it had been in a straight line, but twisting and winding through some of the most thick cover that only a bear could maneuver, it seemed much further. The Accubond had done its job, entering just in front of the right shoulder and exiting behind the left shoulder. Both lungs were damaged. I was the last morning of the last day when Angus would call in a bull Moose for me, but that's another story. LDK