I knew guys who took a moose every year. They shared with their friends, family and neighbors. Everybody loved eating moose. I've been one of those neighbors a few times. Moose is a great tasting treat. I know why wolves love moose.
A friend who is among the greatest storytellers of all my time on earth told me he shot a moose once. Said he'd never do it again. Never again wanted to work that hard. He even threatened a dear friend while his friend was quartering a moose with his crosshairs across a ravine. Claimed if he pulled the trigger he'd die getting it out by himself. Their elk hunt continued uninterrupted by a moose carcass.
In 1983 a native buddy and I snuck 10 miles into the wilderness north of Chitek Lake, Saskachewan on a minimal equipment moose hunt. We snuck up so close to a moose that we could hear it chewing its favorite food. After glorying in the experience for a while, we looked at each other, and lit up our Players Lights, smoked them to the filters and turned our backs on that moose's now empty, steaming bed, and walked 10 miles back to our pickups, burdened only by our rifles.
The last time "W" shot a moose that far back he told me it took him and a bunch of his friends three days of work to get it out. We had the time. We were young. We were pretty fit. We weren't as willing as we were at the tag buying counter, though.
Rifles? "W" carried the Winchester 94 in 30-30 that he had fed moose to his family for for the preceding nine years. I carried a Ruger #1 Tropical in the unnecessary .458 Winchester. I traded a Winchester .22 for it - straight across. It was the only centerfire I had for a while there. Sure was a good gopher gun. Never shot a moose with it though.