Of all the animals that we have to hunt in Alaska moose is my least favorite.  I harvested my first and last moose back in September 1967.  It was my first fly-in hunt.  I was a young 23-year-old G.I. up for any hunting adventure and it was truly an adventure.  My friend Gary Wadkins and I harvested two moose and three caribou.  Lots of packing!  At the time it was no big deal but as I grew older, I found out that packing moose quarters in swamp country was the norm and it wasn’t my favorite activity.  When I became a hunting guide, packing out moose was nothing but hard work for me and the packers.  In addition, hauling out the heavy loads from marginal strips with the “Super Cub” was some of my most dangerous trips.  That being said, I wouldn’t have missed being with my grandkids when they took their first moose for anything.  Always, fun and excitement!  On the family hunt this year my grandson-in-law, Nate Johnson, harvested his first moose.  He never hunted growing up so this was a big deal.