My name is Heather Eng and I'm 12 years old. I live in Hamden, Connecticut, and have wanted to see a Moose ever since I've heard of them. Living in Conneticut didn't give me the best chance to see one, since Moose are rarely seen here.
Whenever I'd go to New Hampshire for vacation, I'd have my heart set on seeing a Moose. I never did. Until,that is, my last trip to New Hampshire.
On Monday, August 9, 1999, I was riding in the car with my family over the White Mountains. We were on the Kancamagus Scenic Highway to be exact. It was about 5 P.M, and there was a group of people stand at the side of the road. Cars were parked along both directions of the highway. I looked out my window, and there it was... a bull moose!
I was so excited,I practically jumped out of the car when I saw it (that's how excited I was!), and the car was still moving! I could not believe it. I wanted to shout with joy. Of course I didn't, because that's dangerous.I kept a very safe distance from the animal. After all,I had done much studying on moose and knew how dangerous they can be.
I got many beautiful photos of the animal, 24 to be exact. I watched for an hour at least.I was so amazed at how beautiful an animal can truly be. I can't wait to see another moose.
So now you can see, I truly love moose.
We live in moose country, spruce/poplar forest with lots of marshy areas and a river. We get regular visits from a female moose and occasionally a male. The female moose often brings her young; this year she had twins.
Most of the year, the moose are fearless and mild, and you can happily continue gardening with one around. In the fall however, our mama moose gets attitude and decides our yard is her yard. She turns from ignoring our dogs in their run to attacking the fence. Two years ago she actually kicked down the fence and our dogs barely escaped her huge feet. This year the fence is still standing but is showing signs of wear. There are moose tracks through all my flower beds and some of my shrubs will be lucky to survive after being stripped of foliage and branches by mama and the twins.
While we enjoy wildlife and it is a treat to watch moose from your own deck, I am amazed at the amount of damage they can do and their fearlessness. I have thrown everything from crab apples to firewood at them, for what? A snort and an evil look. A pellet from a pellet gun only moves her 5 feet or so, so she can rip apart some new plant. They are magnificent animals, but very destructive and incredibly dangerous.
Actually this isn't my story, it's my science teacher's. He was camping on Isle Royale, and got up in the morning to relieve himself. As he walked into the bushes for some privacy, he came face to face with a cow and her calf. He immediatly turned tail, and found another spot. He said that it is quite impressive to be eye to nostrils with a moose, however that early in the morning is too soon.
I live in Park City, Utah in a neighborhood where the houses are close together. My mother let the dogs out while we were getting ready for school. Our golden started barking ferociously so my mom went out to quiet her down and there was a huge moose munching on the bushes. She quickly got the dogs inside and started yelling "Moose." It stayed around the neighborhood for about 20 minutes and then headed off into the hills. There has also been a pair of moose hanging around I-80 at a place called Parley's Summit.
As a wildlife photographer I have gotten very close to my favorite ungulates; check out the photo on my bio at my website: http://www.tracksofalaska.com. The main thing with moose is to be calm around them, talk to them. Watch their ears; they are mood indicators. If the ears go back, back off and give the critter its space!
My pet wild moose is Snowflake. I have known him and encountered him on the trails since he was still an albeit hefty calf with his mom. I have a number of photos of the little guy growing up and of his progeny. He is now a record moose with a majestic spread of antlers.
A friend of ours decided Snowflake was tame enough for him to find him and take some snapshots himself. My wife and my friend's wife were sitting on the balcony when, lo and behold, out of the woods comes Dan, hobbling on his cane as fast as his legs will carry him. Behind him, at a moderate walk really, comes Snowflake, "herding" the moose hunter back out of the woods. I swear that moose was grinning from ear to ear, giving Dan the run of his life, and ole 'Flake wasn't even running!
I had a dream that we were staying at a cottage in the woods. My friend shot a moose, and when we realized that was illegal, we hauled the moose back to the cottage and hung it from the cieling in the living room. Later that night the moose came back to life and chased us around the cottage. It looked at me and went "MOOOOSE!" so I said, "I'm sorry, I don't understand," and the moose replied, "Of course not, It was in Moose Language."
My family had the great adventure to live in Lolo, Montana for a year. I was desperate to see a moose, since we do not have them in East Texas. I kept dragging my husband up Highway 12 to Lolo Pass. One late evening we turned on a road in the Pass and I saw my first moose. We saw four while we were in Montana. I know people who get to live up north take them for granted , but to this Texan they have to be the most beautiful animal I have ever encountered. I loved seeing all the wildlife but nothing nothing compares with a moose.
I'm from New Jersey. The most I ever knew about moose came from the Rocky and Bullwinkle Show. Then I camped in Acadia National Park in Maine. About 5:30 am, I decided to walk down to the ocean front to see the sun rise. It was lightly raining so I didn't have much hope for sun. For some reason, I decided to go anyway. As I came around the road of the campground, there stood a moose cow, eating leaves on the side of the road. She was as surprised as I was. I stopped short and watched as she crossed the road in front of me. She entered the foliage and continued to dine. I tried to shoot a photo of her but it was too dark. Behind her I could make out a large black shape and a head of antlers. She wasn't alone. I stood and watched for maybe five minutes. She just ate and watched me closely. Suddenly, she took two good sized gallops toward me. I backed up and realized I was in the middle of a road without the shield of a tree. The male turned and ran deeper into the woods when he heard the scuffle. The cow pulled herself up as quickly as she started her charge. I gave her a large berth and continued my walk to the beach. She watched me from the trees the whole way. There was no sunrise that morning. But I saw all the beauty and majesty of Mother Nature I could handle. Later I was told by a park ranger that there are very few moose on the island. That made my adventure even more unique.
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