06/10/2026
My Alaskan Moose Hunt of a Lifetime, by for this
“Most hunts begin long before the first boot hits the trail. This one started years ago, when I was a little girl following my dad through the woods, watching his quiet patience and deep respect for nature. He’s the one who taught me that hunting isn’t just about the harvest —
it’s about time, tradition, and the connection we share with the land and each other.
In the fall of 2025, I found myself alongside my dad and husband on the adventure of a lifetime — an Alaskan moose hunt I had dreamed of for years. Getting there wasn’t easy. Flights were delayed, weather rolled in, and plans changed more times than I could count. But through every setback, I reminded myself that patience and persistence are part of the hunt too.
The day before opener, we spotted a bull about three-quarters of a mile from the lake shore — a good setup for a stalk. That was the plan. But opening morning had other ideas. As we crossed the lake in the raft at first light, I spotted him across the water, working his way
down to the shoreline — straight toward us. We worked our way across the lake as quietly as we could, slipped out of the raft, and moved down the shore to cut the distance. Twenty minutes later, with a steady wind in our favor, the bull stepped out of the alders at 130
yards. I shouldered my Christensen Arms .300 PRC, took the shot, and he dropped just fifteen yards from the water’s edge. We were able to float the raft right up to him — making the “pack out,” if you can even call it that, as easy as it gets in Alaska.
He was a beautiful, mature bull measuring 61.5 inches — well over the legal limit for the unit we were hunting. Standing there beside my dad, the man who sparked this lifelong passion, it felt like everything had come full circle.”
