Out in the wild lands of Newfoundland. We had a beautiful blue sky day and we started seeing moose within five minutes' walk of camp, and by 15 minutes walking we had seen four different bulls and about six cows. It's amazing; I've never seen this many moose ever. We're way up high in sort of grassy boggy country and then there are ravines of real heavy thick spruce and then patches of spruce on the mountainsides. I've never hunted moose in country quite like this before. Walking is tough because it is so boggy. By noon we had probably seen 30 different bulls and cows. We made several stalks, but once you get in the thicker stuff, you can't see. It doesn't look like it's that deep from across the valley, but once you get over there it's all sort of head high and you can't tell when you're right up against them. But we did manage to get 21 yards from a younger bull. I had my Alpine bow drawn and was almost going to take the shot and it just wasn't big enough. Eva had a good bull that we almost got at about 100 yards, but it stay in the open long enough. We saw several other good bulls, but just couldn't get on them. Our guide Ernie is excellent; he's 60 years old and really knows his stuff has been doing this for 40 years. Had lobster and scallops last night. Tonight is pork chops. I'm told this is the best food in all of Newfoundland outfitting ... Tomorrow we'll get after these bulls. It's just a matter of time. Excellent people. We walked about seven miles today. Eva did great.

The Next Day ... Eva Connects!

Fantastic day today. We left early this morning walked about a mile in boggy country wearing rubber boots; it's a lot of work. About three miles farther on we spotted a great big bull moose with two cows and a smaller bull way up in the mountains, so we decided to go after it way up in the highlands, climb, climb, climb through the bog we checked our GPS's when we thought we were close and it was exactly 4.1 miles as the crow flies back to our camp. Tough slogging then we climbed up higher, we spotted him, bumped into a smaller bull, but then, long story short, we messed up, we didn't get a shot at him, didn't even see him. They were in really thick, thick bog country. You couldn't see 10 feet in there. Then we had no choice but to go all the way back heading toward where we were planning to go this morning so about 3 in the afternoon that was another good four-mile walk anyway, so we spotted a bull in a good position, made a stalk, got there within 50 yards, but all you could see was part of his shoulder and his head and his neck and his back. To get the gun low enough on the shooting sticks for Eva to take the shot she had to stand on my feet and up on a hummock to try to get high enough so she could get the shot down low enough in the vitals. She made a perfect shot, it turned around and tipped over dead in about 10 seconds. Beautiful little bull, not the biggest bull in the world, but still a great bull 40 inches wide, and just a super bull for Eva. She was ecstatic, she said it was the most exciting thing she's ever done. She's been a tropper. We walked at least 10 miles today, she had a couple of blisters on her feet, but she had a big smile on her face and said it was so worth it because of all the work she did to get the animal. She said this is the first animal she's really earned by hard work, so we're thrilled.

Tomorrow we're going to head off in a different direction and see what we can see. There are some really big bulls here too we're going to keep our fingers crssed. Now it's my turn ...