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What A Great Photo!!
Brookwood
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I've always been impressed by Moose. Their size, their unique form, and yes! They do taste very good too!
A most remarkable photo of a Bull Moose!
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Unless that was taken from a half mile away I would be backpedaling away at full speed.
Margaret Thatcher
"There are three kinds of lies: lies, damned lies and statistics."
Mark Twain
Thats a big mama jama.
I shot a lot of moose in Alaska, they are huge critters and one will fill a freezer with enough meat for seven people to eat well until the next hunting season.
He's been doing some rubbing it seems.
And fiery auto crashes
Some will die in hot pursuit
While sifting through my ashes
Some will fall in love with life
And drink it from a fountain
That is pouring like an avalanche
Coming down the mountain
There's the definition of stink-eye. Good thing it's not a BIG moose. Then you'd be worried.
No way that moose could be that big. The road has to be at least 8 to 10 feet wide.
If it is real that fellow needs a pilot car.
From the size of that one, it would take seven people till the next hunting season to get it out of the woods.
If that is a hiking trail and those are saplings, ok but if that is a road and those are trees then I'd have to throw the BS flag on this.
Looks photo shopped to me. I've seen BIG moose on a road just like that and it didn't look nearly that big although, they are huge, I say "HUGE" animals.
My very first encounter with a real moose was when I was about 10 or 11 years old. My older brother was into taxidermy and had been "stuffing" a lot of small native critters like fox and those masked bandits. My Great Uncle Charlie had just returned from a successful moose hunt up in Canada and asked my brother if he would do a mount of his cow moose.
When he arrived at our house with that head in the back of his truck I could not believe the size of that thing!! Holy COW huge!! The job turned out to be a nightmare for my brother and he ended up scrapping the project. Didn't have enough space in the family freezer with our dads refusal to let him even try was the main reasons for his failure. For the next several years I had the opportunity of showing off that old moose skull to friends and visitors to our place until one day it just mysteriously disappeared!
Old Uncle Charlie was quite good humored about not getting his prize mount however. I enjoyed several meals at his table with that moose being the main coarse!
Look at the branches low on the right foreground, the photographer was really low to the ground. It's a lot like this photo I took of the "world's biggest mountain bike".
is that the elusive bi pedal green Kona?
@Flying Clay Disk that sounds a lot like one of my favorite memories with my Boy Scouts troop. Every winter we earn "freeze points" for winter camping, with the goal of getting the 100 or 200 or 300 Below patch. Late one winter I had a group of older scouts that were gung-ho for maximum freeze points. We heard it was going to be a cold weekend and they talked me and another adult into going so it was official points.
We set out late with just enough time to get there, set up and crawl in the feathers. We found a sweet little clearing in the alders, the snow was deep and the skies were clear. It was gonna be a cold one. We dug trenches near the edges of the alders in case the wind came up, laid our tarps and ground pads and sleeping bags in there, crawled in and zipped up. I had my favorite mummy bag and pulled the drawstring so just my eyes were peeking out, and I watched my little recording thermometer drop like a rock. I remember it hitting -35F as I fell asleep.
Some hours later something woke me up. A vibration? A sound? Were the fricken boys up horsing around peeing their names in the snow? I moved my head a little and looked around and couldn't see anything, so I listened hard. Chewing? Munching? What the heck, were the boys eating in their sleeping bags? Man was I going to give them a talking to. And then I saw something move. It was big and it was approaching. I moved my head a smidgen and rolled my eyes way down like a circus freak show, and I saw Big Mama Moose. She was in the clearing with us, strolling along in waist deep snow, casually nipping the tips off the alders and chewing them. That was dangerous enough, then I realized we who thought we were so smart had parked right next to the alders. Right in her path. Damn.
I really had no options. I couldn't just sit up and yell BOO without her stomping us all into feathery goo. My only weapon was a road flare under my head, and she was close enough now to touch. I laid perfectly still and tried to smell like snow as she stepped kinda over me and against the alders and took a few bites. I was looking up at her belly and ribs, and must have been holding my breath to keep quiet. She took a couple more steps and got past me, that moose butt moving out of my field of view was one of the prettiest things I ever saw.
There was a bunch of boys in the clearing with me, and I knew at least one of them would scream like a little girl if he saw the moose. So I made a little short, quiet "click" sound with my tongue. Something unnatural sounding. She stopped chewing and stood still. I waited 10 or 15 seconds (count em off, that's 1,000 heartbeats) and made the "click" again. That was it, she wasn't afraid or mad, but she also wasn't happy. So she turned around and backtracked her way out of the clearing, quiet as she could be.
In the morning we celebrated the maximum cold reading we'd earned, and marveled at the moose tracks by our sleeping bags. Of course ALL the boys had heard her 🙄 but they kept quiet so nobody would get hurt. Good lads.
What a great outing!
It is indeed! Yon trusty Kona is a 29-er so she rolls over roots easily, with XTR components everywhere. I've catastrophically broken alloy seatposts and handlebars, so now she wears Easton carbon fiber. Those are my winter Jack Schitt platform pedals, I hadn't switched them out yet.