Here is a story by a very close friend to us here at Scent-Lok Technologies. Pete Odland is the founder of Hunt For A Cure. HFC (Hunt For A Cure) raises money for research in the search for a cure for cystic fibrosis. Pete’s son Dylan suffers from this terminal disease. To learn more about HFC and how you can help their cause and join Pete and many others in the mission to cure cystic fibrosis visit www.huntforacure.com. Now please enjoy Petes incredible hunt for a canadian moose.

From left to right: Pete Odland, Mike Neely, Ted Nugent
It all started when I received an invitation from my friend and rock star Ted Nugent to accompany him on a moose hunt in Ontario Canada with WFO outfitters out of Thunder Bay. I got to know Ted about 10 years ago after my son was diagnosed with a terminal disease called cystic fibrosis. I founded a charity called Hunt for a Cure and Ted has been a big supporter ever since. Helping us with the charity gave me the opportunity to get to know Ted and accompany him on some very exciting hunts. Mike Neely from Missouri would be accompanying us on this one as well. Mike is a friend of both Ted and I and is a great guy so I knew we were in for another great hunt!
We arrived in Thunder Bay on September 18 so we could get our licenses and head out to camp and be ready to hunt the next morning for the archery opener. Garth Matyasovszky of WFO outfitters had our camp all set up with a very sturdy tent for Ted, Mike and me to stay in during the hunt. It had a nice wood burning stove with plenty of wood to keep us warm during the nights. We all shot our bows to make sure everything was still in order from our travels, ate a hearty supper, and after making a plan with our guides we turned in and got a good night sleep.
The Ontario bush in that area was absolutely breathtaking. My guide Matt Yoller was on a mission to call in a moose for me. That first morning was very exciting for me. We set up on a beaver dam and Matt began his calling sequence. It was very interesting to see and hear how it was done. He was doing a great job and although there were moose tracks everywhere, we didn’t have any luck that first morning. The weather was unseasonably warm. In fact, it hit 89 degrees that first day, breaking a 90 year record. Not what we wanted for moose hunting, they like to hunker down and not move when it gets that hot.

Pete with a grouse he shot with his bow
Unfortunately it stayed warm and it seemed that our only chance was either very early in the morning before it warmed up, or just before dark after it started to cool off again. So our method was to hunt early and late and stay near water. With that in mind Matt took me back into a small town and I picked up a fishing license. We’d hit a different beautiful lake or river every day and troll along fishing while Matt called for Moose periodically. We caught limits of Walleye and Pike and hunted for grouse with our bows, which was very fun and great practice. I was having a blast, moose or no moose.
While I was preparing for this hunt, one of my first thoughts was if moose would be able to smell as well as whitetail deer. Matt assured me that moose have that big “snorkel” and it’s hard to fool. I was thankful I brought two full sets of Scent-Lok gear with me. I also noticed both Ted and Mike had Scent-Lok suites. We were all very careful about keeping them in a scent free container when not in use. The Scent-Lok gear was critical because Matt would usually place me where he felt the moose would try to get upwind from where he was calling, usually a little ways off from me. It was obvious to us that the boys from WFO were doing their best to get us on moose, even with the weather conditions as bad as they were.
Finally, on the fifth day we caught a break. The weather was slightly cooler and we were on a river in the boat. Matt called and immediately we heard a bull moose a few hundred yards off answer back, “Ugh, Ugh, Ugh!” Matt quickly moved us into position with the electric trolling motor. We stashed the boat and set up in some wild rice. I had been practicing out to 70 yards and was comfortable to that distance if absolutely necessary with my archery tackle.
The excitement really started to build at that point. The bull started coming toward us crashing brush and snapping sticks around 45 yards away, all the while announcing his presence with his “Ugh, Ugh, Ugh! He sounded like a freight train as he crashed through the brush. Matt continued to coax him with more soft calls and the bull continued to move toward us. The anticipation was killing me and my heart was in my throat!
I was waiting with arrow knocked. Finally he sounded like he stopped about 10 yards in the bush just off the river. I was praying he would come the last few yards and not bust us. The excitement was unbearable! There was a narrow area along there river for him to clear the brush on the river bank and I sat waiting for him to step out. He was too close to call so Matt slowly reached over the back side of the boat and just splashed a little. That was all the bull needed and out he stepped. He stood facing us and stared right at us sitting there in the boat, with no cover, for what seemed like an eternity! I thanked God that I was wearing my Scent-Lok suit because at that point any hint of human scent and it would have been all over for us! We didn’t move a hair and since he couldn’t smell us, he finally looked down river and put his head down to sniff the ground. When he did this Matt whispered, “Draw your bow” I drew and as I did the bull lifted his head and looked back up river. Then he stepped a bit that direction and presented us with a quartering to shot. Matt gave me the green light. I released my arrow and watched as the arrow entered just behind the shoulder. The bull bolted off into the bush and stopped about 50 yards in.

Pete with his moose
[Matt agreed that the shot was good so we waited an hour and entered only to jump him from where he had bedded down. We heard him go only about another 50 yards and stop. We decided to back out and go get help for packing him out. We got back in the boat and headed back to camp. We had lunch and returned with the entire gang. When we reached the bull, much to our dismay he jumped again! We ended up jumping him once more before we finally found him crashed over a log. The horns measured 45 inches and were a beautiful caramel color. I was over whelmed to say the least. My emotions were at an all time high.
The hunt was nonstop fun! The antlers of my moose are gorgeous and will be a beautiful addition
to my collection. It was my first moose hunt, but I’m
guessing it won’t be my last.