A Double On Booners

The moose rut seemed to be ending; my guide did a little calling, and we observed several smaller bulls in the meadows that surrounded the lake. All was well, until I had a slight mishap in mounting my horse and twisted my ankle something terrible. Unsure of how I could ride, I was seriously concerned that my hunt was effectively over. I couldn`t walk the next day, but one of the guys in camp made me a handy crutch, complete with a soft pad of genuine moose hide as a cushion.