"One year, Andy Boots and I went out hunting across from Ingigaq where we portaged over to a long lake called Kuiguarllak. There we checked the first meadow on the left but didn't see anything, so we paddled way inside the main lake. At that point Andy wanted to go home, so we turned around and started heading out. On our way out we went back through the same little meadow we went to first. I was a being little loud because we didn't see anything when we first checked that lake. Andy was walking ahead of me in the portage when, all of a sudden, I saw him duck down. He motioned to me to be quiet. I walked up to Andy as quietly as possible. When I got to him I saw a moose drinking water. I looked through his binoculars and saw that it was a cow moose. I told him what the moose was, but he wanted to sneak up on the moose anyway. Every time the moose ducked down to drink water we ran as fast as we could towards the moose. When we were about a hundred yards away we stopped and watched her. Then we heard something walking in the water in the distance. It was a bull! We ran after it and shot at it. When we ran out of bullets, we reloaded our guns as we were chasing it. When I saw the bull's head look up, with steam coming

out of its mouth, it looked as if Andy was going to shoot again. I told Andy it was going to fall, and sure enough, it fell. The cow moose didn't run away until we started walking up to the bull. We butchered the moose, packed the moose meat over to the lake from the meadow where we loaded it into the canoe, then we paddled to the portage where we packed the meat over to Andy's boat on the river. We got home about 2:00 or 3:00 a.m."

By: Nick Isaac