Short version of long story, On Thursday I drove the Coney Flats road in my Tundra (WHOA!), camped at the creek crossing and hunted up to Coney Lake. Heard a cow moose whine but a big bull emerged and came at me at 20 feet. I didn't want to take him there, too high, steep and deadfall, so I scrambled into some trees and readied the rifle in defense and shouted no, go away! He grunted and walked by. I continued up the trail 20 yards to find a cow and calf moose looking at me. So both cows and bulls give the whine calls. On Friday and Saturday I climbed up the mountain to call and lure him to a place where I could get him out with pack horses but didn't see him again. Did see a cow and calf and later a spike bull on Friday. Sleet, rain and snow. Got soaked a couple times and dried out.
This morning in the thick fog at first light I watched another cow and two calves with a spike bull near my camp. Watched them for 2 hours hoping a bigger bull would show. No big bull today but the scenery and moose watching was just magical. I saw 14 moose in three days in the most beautiful high Colorado country.
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