The moose walked all but right into camp, maybe thirty yards out. And it was a bull. The son grabbed his smoke pole and followed it for several minutes, scoping it to determine its legality. Uncertain, he did not shoot. After consultation with grandpa, the son and spotter son chose to search for the bull, going to the last sighting point. Meanwhile grandpa with his rifle and the older grandson followed a hundred yards back, sneaking quietly so as not to spook the animal. The son and grandson disappeared into the thick stuff and grandpa waited at a point of observation. Shortly there was a rifle report and grandpa said, "That could be good."