Greetings from Ontario Canada. The firearms season for moose opened on and Sunday. Home-stuff kept me from getting to my post on Saturday morning until 11:30. The weather was mostly sunny and no wind. I hunted from a makeshift ground blind along the shore of a long, narrow, and shallow bay. The ground blind was just a bunch of balsams that I cut from behind the blind site and placed them around me in a tight circle in between the standing trees. I brought along a folding camp chair to sit on along with a foam pad to keep my butt warm. In spite of the conditions and the frequent calling that I did throughout the day, I didn't have any action whatsoever. Sunday was a different day altogether. Snow fell overnight blanketing the ground with 4-5 inches of the white stuff. Branches were drooping over. Good thing that I wore my rain suit as the ATV ride to my watch would have left me soaking wet. Unfortunately, we were delayed leaving camp in the morning so it was around 9:00 by the time that I was in the ground blind. It was mostly sunny and the warmth of sun was melting the snow off of the branches. A skim of ice had formed over portions of the bay overnight and it was breaking up a little against the shoreline. If it wasn't for the melt water dripping off the branches or the ice shifting against the shore, it would have been dead silent. Due to family stuff, I planned to go home in the afternoon, so I only expected to hunt until 11:30. I did my best moose call renditions about every 20 mins and didn't get any responses. Just after 11:00, I did another calling sequence and was thinking that I only had time for another sequence just before I planned to leave. After my calling sequence, I sat quietly, listened and studied my surroundings. I was hoping that, should a moose show up, that it would do so across the bay where it is marshier. Around 11:10, I heard a couple of faint snaps behind me. As I explained earlier, the woods were a bit noisy with the dripping branches and ice shifting, so I wasn't super confident that this noise was anything to be excited about. I slowly turned around and could see, about 10 yards away, a bit of a moose's head behind some balsam branches. The body was totally concealed by the standing evergreens. I stared hard at what little of the head that I could see. Eventually, I could make out a bit of antler which prompted me to bring up my rifle and pull the hammer back. Right about then, the moose figured out that something wasn'
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