Now that's a close encounter and a good story. Yikes!
We have a friend who goes panning for gold every summer in the Yukon and has returned with some harrowing tales of moose. There was one particular day when he stepped out the door of a small cafe and almost walked right into one. I asked what he did and he said, "As it was a bull with particularly large antlers and it was also rutting season, I walked right back into the cafe... as fast as possible."
Even though I'm just a city girl, I know moose are extremely dangerous (wild animals are funny that way). I don't want to get close enough to dance, I just want to see one.
From a very, very safe distance. City girl, remember.
And until I do see one, I'll keep whining...like a true city girl.
Moosemoosemoosemoosemoose.....
Camp On,
Sue