Last September I went with my uppa and grandma, my mom, Richard and Glen up to Carl Holt Slough to go moose hunting. We rode around up there all day, but we didn't see anything. When it was finally starting to get dark we headed out of the slough, stopping at one last meadow on our way out. My uppa and I walked up on the meadow while Richard stayed in the boat with the others. We saw something way at the other end of the meadow. We wanted to get a closer look, so we started to walk towards it. When we could see that it was a bull moose we sneaked right up to it. There was another bull with it and about four or five cows, all feeding in a pond. When the cows and bulls got out of the pond, I shot the bigger bull. It fell down, but tried to get up again, so I shot it one more time. Meanwhile, the smaller bull and the cows took off towards the trees. Then they stopped on the other side of the lake to watch us.

We went back down to the boat to get our knives, then went back up. This time Richard and the other guys came up with us. We had to walk a long ways to get to the moose. When we got there the other bull and the cows were still there watching. We started to skin the moose that I'd caught, but since it was starting to get late and it was a long way to pack the meat, my uppa said that we would just take the guts out and come back tomorrow to finish butchering him.

When we were done gutting the moose, we let Richard shoot the other bull. It took him three or four shots to kill it. Then we walked to the other side of the lake and started to skin Richard's moose. After Richard shot the moose, one of the cows ran into the trees. The other cow walked into the water and watched us while we skinned Richard's moose. After a while she came out of the water and walked into the trees. After we were done skinning, we started to walk back to the boat. Along the way we saw another bull moose run across the other side of the meadow, probably heading for the two cows.

The next day we came back with more people and a canoe so we could paddle across the lake to the other end of the meadow. Both the moose were close to the lake. It took us all day to pack the meat down to the boats. A couple of days later they had a party for Richard because that was the first moose that he'd caught.