BANGOR DAILY NEWS • January 4, 2026
It was a foggy October morning deep in the North Maine Woods, the second day of the annual Maine cow moose hunt. My clients, a father and his 13-year-old son, were in front of me. The cow moose turned broadside to leave. I gave the young hunter the go sign. The 7mm-08 barked. The cow went down hard behind a big log. The clients started down the open cut toward the moose. After a few moments, I saw a big moose moving at a fast clip halfway up the cut. The hunting party called out, “Is that the same cow?” They hadn’t gone to the moose after all. They had gathered to celebrate, albeit prematurely. I couldn’t risk having the clients shoot another cow. If they shot a second moose, we would be in hot water with the Maine Warden Service. A few minutes later, the confusion cleared up. It was the same cow. Incorrect assumptions were made. First, by the hunters. Second, by me. I should have ensured they went directly to the downed moose. I should never have taken my eyes off the situation. And I should never have assumed prior experience would guarantee proper procedures. ~ John Floyd