Elizabeth was going moose hunting this fall. She was excited. She told everyone. Except Fish & Game. So they didn’t pull her name from the hat. No tag. No moose hunt. No moose. But moose fever remains.
You know buck fever? Moose fever is worse. This animal is, after all, the world’s biggest deer. Take an exceptional, oversized Dakota whitetail, stuff it inside an Alaska-Yukon bull moose and you’ll have room left over to cram in a 6×6 bull elk, two pronghorns, and a nice Coues buck.
This means when you’re sitting against a dwarf spruce in an auburn Alaskan taiga forest moaning like a cow in love and a bull steps out, you’ll wish you were standing. He’ll tower over you like something out of Star Wars. Legs the height of pasture fenceposts. NBA center stats at the shoulder hump. Antlers spanning six feet, scratching the clouds. No clouds? Hide in the antler shade. Fortunately, Elizabeth was standing when her first bull came in.