Another Saturday Hunting

Mike and I were determined not to let another Saturday go by without trying to get a moose.  We packed up the camper and headed out Friday afternoon.  After arriving at our "secret" spot, we dropped the pop up and went out to find our bull.  As the skies cleared, it was obvious that it was going to be a cold night.  Not seeing any signs of moose, we hiked back to the camper, turned on the heater and snuggled in for a short night of sleep. 

With the camper toasty warm, Mike and I were quite content and looking forward to an early morning hunt.  Unfortunately, at 2:00 a.m., the battery on the camper died and our heat source went with it.  When we got moving at 6:00, it was 28 degrees in the camper.  Dressing quickly, we drank our coffee to warm up and then headed out to our hunting site.  As we settled into a quiet, hidden spot, so did the fog.  It couldn't have been more than 30 minutes before the whole valley had disappeared in a blanket of low clouds.  This obviously made hunting very difficult.

As the fog began to burn off, Mike and I decided that we were almost as frosty as the plants surrounding us.  So, we packed up, headed back to our campsite, hooked the car up the camper and drove home.  Not seeing one moose was extremely disappointing.  But, crawling into our warm bed with the electric blanket set on high, Mike and I fell asleep and quickly forgot about the disappointment.....

Fog begins to lift after a long morning of blanketing the valley.

 Frost coats the leaves, as Mike and I sit and freeze while watching 

for that one moose to meander by our hunting site.

 Red leaves must mean that winter is just around the corner!

 Mike scans the valley for some bull!

Half a moon.....where's the other half?