I personally didn't see any. Another hunter and his guide had a monster drop tine buck cross the road in front of them on the way to their grounds.
I saw lots of pictures of past hunter successes. It's unreal how many big bucks they get.
I'm shocked Alberta hasn't downed a world record buck yet. The Edmonton area has the bow only zone. My friend and taxidermist Randy Tomlinson just got back with what looks like a 180-190" deer.
I'm actually surprised I didn't see any whitetail. When we began hunting the clear cuts, there were plenty of tracks around. A couple of spots were littered with so many tracks, my guide noted such on his GPS for a deer stand.
Most of their clients are tickled to shoot 140-150" bucks but the guys that hold out get some giants that surpass 180".
As far as the moose hunt went, when I said I cared more about coming home with a bull than what weapon I used, if I go back, I will leave my rifle at home. They have natural mineral sites (it's illegal to bait) and I could tell my archery stand was being hit nightly because of the tracks that were left behind.
Had I shot my moose at 50 yards with the rifle, I would've been upset, but it was 355 yards and to ME, that was as difficult as a 60 yard archery shot. I've never been very good with the rifle at long distances and practiced a lot prior to this trip and it paid off. The outfitter told us that you should be prepared for shots up to 400 yards, something I never thought was possible from me. When the moment of truth came, and I was visibly nervous, he said, "Relax Chris. I watched you practice at the sight-in range and you were hitting bullseyes at 200 yards. Just pull the trigger when the crosshairs are a little high. You can do this". He was right, the bull dropped in his tracks. Just to have him there and calm me down was worth the weight in gold. I'm not sure I would've pulled the trigger without his reassurance. That 5 second conversation was probably a guide's trick to calm my breathing down anyway.
I've experienced buck fever before, but nothing compared to this. After the bull dropped and we could see it was dead, I dropped to a knee, shaking so uncontrollably. Rick asked me if I was alright, and when I said I was fine, he said, "you don't look fine".
Lastly, and this may be important to some...When we got down to the animal, I was overcome with emotion. I had dreamed of this hunt since I was a little kid and started watching hunting shows. Our backs were to each other and I pointed to the sky and said, "Thanks Big Guy". Rick thought I was thanking me and said, "You're thanking the wrong guy. I had nothing to do with it". I explained to him that I was thanking God for the dream come true, for the help with the shot, etc...Rick was pleased to hear that. He said he prayed while I shot. He said that him and his wife Rita pray every morning before the hunters get up for a successful and safe hunt. He could've been pulling my leg, but it was a nice touch because God is important to me and I truly do believe He steadied my hand.
But, don't think for a second that this camp works like a church function...After the kill, I told the camp, "I'm going to get ripped!" Which I proceeded to do. I haven't been fall down drunk in 20 years. One of the guides literally stayed up and kept an eye on me until I passed out. I tell you this because I want you to know that these guides look out for you the whole time, even when you don't know it.
Almost forgot! I fought through a hernia that I postponed surgery until after the moose trip. If a 49 year old guy with a hernia could do this, anybody could. AND, my good friend had a birthday while we were in camp and they literally threw him a surprise birthday party complete with cake and presents. THAT is the kind of place Wild Kakwa Outfitters is. Just south of heaven...