Alex... that they are. If you ever pop over to this coast, I'd be happy to introduce you to some of my majestic pals, provided they didn't get shot during the Native hunting season, which is from dawn to dusk... and now they're fighting in court about hunting at night with the aid of a light !

Last fall, I befriended a young ( 1 1/2 year old ) cow moose I named Sally. She would come out about dusk and listen to me sing and play the Hran until I started the campfire. Of course, I had to PAY HER with sugar. But she would hang around for a half hour or so and she seemed to be listening. There was a large old bull keeping an eye on things, but he wouldn't come any closer than about 50m. I'm just glad he wasn't owly because, every now and then, you meet up with one that's out of sorts with you getting close to his girlfriend.

Can't wait for the spring melt so I can visit my happy place again.

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