"In 1978 I asked my husband Nick if he would like to go out camping. We both decided that we would head up the river toward 12 Mile Slough to do some moose hunting. It was September 9, and we all got ready and loaded our boat. Then we were on our way. It took us approximately two hours to get to our designated campsite because of the big load that we had. We then unloaded our boat and made camp. Then Nick and my two sons, Tim and Tom, set out a fish net a ways up the river. While I was patiently waiting for their return I heard a noise coming from in the woods right behind where I was sitting. I thought that I heard my husband calling me. Then I heard a stick break and I went to see if it was my husband. Without knowing it, I walked right up to a big bull moose. I got so scared I didn't know what to do. Then I started to walk backwards toward the camp. As I was walking, I saw that the bull moose was walking right after me. The moose was starting to pick up a little speed and I got even more frightened and I turned around and walked faster. I was so scared to look back, but I knew that the moose was still right behind me because I heard his antlers hitting the willows. Just as I finally got back to camp I saw Tim standing there with his rifle pointing right at me. I got even more frightened because I thought I'd seen him go with my husband and Tom. He told me to get out of the way so he could get a good shot. So I jumped out of the way, and with one shot the moose was out cold. About an hour later my husband and my son Tom came back with another moose, so now we had two!"

By: Nastasia Andrew

As told to: David Andrew