We were making our way around to where I had been calling the night before, when my hunting partner, Mike, told me to stop. He thought he could see a moose in the trees ahead. I slowly raised my binoculars to find it was the bull we had named Yukon Jack. Mike told me to stand behind some pine trees and he proceeded to walk away. The moose seemed to watch [Mike] disappear into the trees beyond me and started toward my direction. The massive bull grunted with every step as he walked by me at 9 yards. I took a single step and let loose with my arrow, watching it strike home. He ran off about 40 yards and fell over. When I returned with Mike…, the bull was standing up. I maneuvered around him for another shot, but he disappeared into some trees. We found him lying down with his head behind a pine about 20 yards away. I nocked another arrow, let it fly, and it hit true. He ran another 35 yards and collapsed. I literally shed tears of reverence and joy, giving thanks to the man upstairs. I am incredibly grateful to have taken part in this once-in-a-lifetime hunt.