The joy of the fall moose harvest
Oct 01, 2022
4 minutes
BY LAURELI IVANOFF
I SAW THE ANTLERS FIRST. And then the big brown body. It took a few seconds for my brain to register that a moose really was standing there, in a clearing in front of some spruce trees — still and completely broadside, like a painting.
I elbowed my husband, Timm, who stood next to me, driving our river boat, and pointed. “Up there, look,” I said.
We had set off just moments before, having packed the boat with enough food and clothes to spend all day hunting up North River, a tributary that branches north from the Unalakleet. Wearing down jackets, insulated Carhartts, fall-time muck boots and
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