But we'd be able to hear them. Like elk, moose are very vocal during the rut and Steve and I planned on calling along the way, relying on our ears more than our eyes to find bulls. We hunted down the mountainside, hoping to get below the cloud cover. After several hours of walking and calling, we finally got a response. We closed the gap to 300 yards, lay down in the willows and started to glass in all directions. The snow coming down was now mixed with rain, but even though it was cold and miserable, we were excited to have moose nearby.