"The hunting trip that I took this year with Clifford was one of the best trips that I've taken in recent years. It was also one of the most successful hunts that I have ever been on. The day we took off from Marshall we went to Kuik where we rode around for a while before deciding to set up our tents on the slough above Charlie Fitka's camp.

The next day we took off towards Tucker's Slough. First, we stopped at Russian Mission and bought gas and other things we needed to survive out in the boonies. After we got all our gear and gas we went up to Andrew Stephonoff's House where we ate and visited Buba awhile. Then we took off again for Tucker's. When we got to the mouth of Tucker's, Steven and Mike Nick were there, and they showed us where some meadows were. After we got camp set up, we checked out the meadows. We ended up leaving Clifford's gloves there, so the next morning, after dropping me off at a meadow, he went to get his gloves. As it turned out, he also ended up killing a moose while he was there.

After we got his moose butchered, it took us six hours to pack the meat to the boat because he killed it about a mile into the meadow. While packing the moose to the boat we had to stop and eat because we ran out of energy. After we ate we went back to get more meat. After that, we went back to camp where we ate again and told stories until we eventually fell asleep. The next morning, after waking up, I went outside the tent where there were about 25 geese that scared the !@#$ out of me when they took off.

When we were getting ready to leave camp, Rob Hall stopped by and bummed a piece of meat. He told us to go over to their camp and visit. So we did, and I saw what kind of campers they were. They had everything, including a propane oven. After that, we started for home. When we got to Devil's Elbow we took a ride inside the slough where we saw two cows run into a meadow. When I went to check on them, about 600 yards away, I saw a bull. I shot at it and, surprisingly, it fell because that was the farthest shot I'd ever made. When I started to run towards it, the moose got up and hobbled towards the creek at the edge of the meadow. I waited till it got closer to the water to kill it so we wouldn't have to pack the meat so far. After it died we butchered it, then put it in Clifford's little 16 foot boat, and took off. Amazingly, that little boat got on step with two moose and 45 gallons of gas. When we got home I brought the meat to the fish house and went to bed."