As dawn broke the next morning I could hear rain pattering on the roof and knew our tradition of only going to Pittsburg in the rain held. I swear every time we go it rains the whole time no matter what the weather says. At about seven we headed to Happy Corner for some belly stuffing. We drank our coffee in deep thought about the day, me dreaming about antlers and Steve fantasizing about the cranberry sauce and stuffing we had toted along in anticipation of some fat grouse breast for dinner. We had ordered our standard; the Rhode Island red (corned beef hash served on a bed of home fries covered with cheddar cheese) the breakfast of shed hunters...I mean bird hunters.
We finished our feast and headed into the woods. I strategically suggested a spot that had been very productive in the past and the best part is that even though it gets hunted hard in Pittsburg this spot gets overlooked because of its simplicity. it also has birds. I generally am fairly open in giving up the general location of my spots but this place is top secret. We both took a side of the brook and headed north, after 10 minutes or so I noticed a leg bone . Then a scapula. Then another leg bone. I then decided to follow the gruesome scavenger hunt.Through the spruce boughs I caught a glimpse of tines "that's cool", I thought... an antler! But as I pushed through the scrub, what awaits but the holy grail ! A moose skull with antlers attached!

So at this point I called for Steve to no avail. I hoofed it back to the truck myself .Not a monster by any means but for this shed hunter a giant just the same.
The rest of the weekend went by fast, but soaked to the bone. But we did see a cow and a bull doing the courtship thing and in another spot I called in an absolute monster of a bull within 15 yards. But sadly not a single bird. At least Steve got to eat his cranberry sauce and stuffing.........with pork chops from Young's store.





I Finished scouring the spit without any luck of finding the match. So I moved off the spit and followed the inside edge around the east side following astream. I climbed up a small rise and laying on a flat rock like an altar is a small fork moose shed chewed on the end . I am always amazed at some of the ways I have found antlers, hanging off logs, sitting up on stumps, stuck points down in the mud, in the middle of the road ,submerged in streams, just amazing.
A basic fork with the nub of a brow,measures around 22-23 inches long and from about a 2 years old. I Had not even reached the yard yet.
I Traveled another hundred yards or so and crossed into the hemlocks on the backside of the pond and found the spot I picked up the 5 point antler last week. i followed the packed trail toward the south and not 40 yards away next to a dug up area where the deer had been searching for acorns was the match laying in the snow as plain as day. How in the hell did I miss it? My tracks where still visible in the snow not 5 feet away!.
With that said it goes to illustrate the importance of searching an area from different angles and the necessity of turning around and examining the ground behind you. Case in point, I had traveled this same path last week only coming from the south toward the north. I have found so many that I had passed by simply by occasionally turning around to survey were I have been.
How in the hell had I missed that before? There in the middle as plain as day a nice 4 point side, not the giant that had been rubbing those big trees but a nice one none the less. More than likely from a 3 1/2 year old.
At this point my watch read 5:00 so I decided to start heading out by following trail#2 to the Northeast back in the direction of the truck, attempting to exit the woods at dark. Ihadn't gone thirty yards and there not a foot off the trail at the melted out base of a big spuce was a beauty of a 5 point side. Dark and with nice mass.