One evening, last week, the wife and I were on the way home. Darkness had just fell,
and it was cold. The rural, winding road was plowed, but snow packed and I was driving slowly. We came across 2 moose standing in the ditch and continued on for another 10 miles. Another two moose were standing in the middle of the road. I stopped a safe distance away and waited for them to go into the woods. They didn't. They were eating salt off the road and basically ignored us. After about 5 minutes, I blew the horn. No response. I waited for awhile and blew again while revving my engine. I got a stupid glance this time. I decided to move a little closer and blow again. Finally, after 20 minutes, they strolled into the ditch. I quickly moved past them. One was a huge cow and the other was a bit smaller. Maybe a 2 year old. The conditions were ideal for " Moose on the road" Snow packed, Cold, salted road, isolated area and stupid animals that have no fear.
I am not a lover of wild game, but will admit that the best stew that I have ever tasted, was Moose.
Fiddlehead