08/10/2024
“King Of The Valley”
During the September 2023 season I was guiding a bow hunter. One morning before light we stopped to listen for moose before entering our hunting area. Unbeknownst to us, we had stopped right between a very large bull and his cow. He quickly let us know he was unhappy by smashing his large antlers against the trees around us only 30-40 yards away. I’m not sure what he thought we were nor do I think he cared. He and the cow ran away and for the next 35-40 minutes, I could hear what sounded to me like the screams of Sasquatch roaring at us in displeasure, it was LOUD!
Despite placing cameras after that encounter and trying to locate this bull I was never able to get a single picture of him, but experience told me he was large.
In 2024 I also attempted to get his picture, but he seemed to be reclusive, avoiding the commonly used trails and travel routes other moose were using. He lived deep in the green cover. I never had any amount of great knowledge of King Of The Valley, except for that one prior encounter in 2023 and then hearing him with his cow during my hunt for “King of the Hill”. He remained in my mind, and I wanted to see just how big he was.
On Thursday evening of the September hunt, a plan was made with fellow guide Liam Hackett to take his hunters Matt and Rick in to hunt for this ghost bull. They had both waited 15 years to be drawn, and had a great close encounter with another large bull we have 4 years of history with on Monday morning but were unable to connect the dots.
After hearing King of the Valley answering my call on Tuesday and Wednesday with his cow, we knew he probably wouldn’t be very far away from where he had been hanging out near a brook in some dark spruce growth. A pin was placed on ONX and based on the weather conditions we decided to make a plan to enter from a lower location hoping he would still be there and could be called in.
We arrived early that morning, and made the half a mile walk in to setup. We approached silently, often stopping to listen. We never heard a grunt, but thought we could hear a cow at times. Liam stayed with his hunters and setup for a shot, I stayed back and did the calling. It didn’t take long after the first call to hear a distant grunt, and some raking. It was a long ways off, but was coming from the exact location of my ONX pin. We could hear the bull working his way up along the other side of the brook to find a crossing. Once he started to come closer he was grunting every breath. This bull was completely fired up. As he neared closer I started to get nervous as I realized the bull was going to come out in the trail we had already walked on. I knew he would catch our scent. I walked further away to try and redirect him. He remained steady on his line and continued. I could see Liam and Rick get excited as they must have seen a glimpse of the bull. I watched as Matt and Rick readied for the shot. As soon as this massive bull entered the trail, his feet planted down and he immediately knew something was off. He had definitely caught our scent, and was getting ready to turn and run. Matt and Rick were ready, waiting, and well placed shots were fired. The other King was dead, almost exactly where he stood. He was a massive 60 5/8” bull.
I’ll never forget the looks on everyone’s faces as I walked up and saw them standing over this beautiful creature in amazement. The bull had been completely imaginary up until this point, and seeing him for the first time was better than I could have pictured. It was a special moment shared between the four of us.