I spent 5 months scouting and looking for my moose. I actually found a LOT more animals than I thought I'd find. I had seen a few nice bulls, but nothing I'd been dead set on. The last day of season (thanksgiving of all days) I was out with my parents (senior in highschool) and right at first light we came around a corner and there were 2 bulls in the road. One was 50"+ and the other had a broken horn (its pretty common that they break a horn fighting during the rut) They headed up in the brush so I jumped out and headed up right after them. My mother literally yelled at me and said that they came back down to the road...so I ran back down and to the edge of the switchback, and she is telling me to shoot and is pointing. He was 50 yards away in the brush standing broadside...I put the first round into him and he turned his head and looked at me. Two things happened at the same time. First I realized that my mother had just pointed out the WRONG MOOSE...I tagged Mr. One horn instead of the big guy he was with. The second thing that occured to me is that I just tagged him with a .338 win mag and he just LOOKED at me! I put another round downrange and he walked about 15 feet and laid down. After about 10 minutes he had bled out, so we used the pickup to pull him close to the road. It took my Dad and I both to gut him, and 4 guys in the end to load him in the pickup. Just after we had him loaded my cousin called to tell me they were looking at a record book size bull laying in his bed...so I had two nice bulls get away in less than 2 hours, and ended up with my 1 horn wonder. If my bull would have had both horns he would have been around 45".
I'd make sure to scout a lot of your area and find the bull you want to take. When you do take him, have a few sharp knives, and a team on standby to help clean and load. Oh a length of cable or thick rope helps a LOT when it comes to loading. We actually drug my moose up the bank above the road (ran a rope around a tree) and backed the pickup under it to load. My picture of me sitting ontop of my moose actually made it into the highschool yearbook that year...got to love living in a small town!