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Late in the fall of 2004, I returned to central Newfoundland for a moose hunt.
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A large hurricane was due to hit the island and we just made it into camp before the first of the high winds and rain started.
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It was two days later before we were able to start hunting, but the wind and rain were still a force to contend with.
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Early morning, the bogs and tuckamore made for some pretty sights while we searched for moose.
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After three days, we spotted a young bull chasing a cow in a bog just as the fog was lifting.
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The freezer will be full now, with a typical Newfoundland moose.
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After quartering up my moose, the rest of the day was spent backpacking it out the couple of miles to the lakeshore, so we can get a boat from camp to come out and pick it up.
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Come the last day, with all the hunters having tagged out in only three days of hunting, we get together in the guide’s shack to do a little celebrating.
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