Bird Season moose skull

October 1st Steve and I headed to Pittsburg to do some grouse hunting and to roam the woods of the north country. I was accused early on in the 3 hour ride of using the opening of bird season to shed hunt. I assured him that my intentions were pure. But, I had fully intended to shed hunt and shoot any birds that just happened to cross my path but I did not state that to my friend Steve.

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.