To give you an idea about the size of the animal pictured at the top of this page, I will relate my personal moose story.
When I was driving the back roads of Stowe, Vermont, in a small truck, the road suddenly narrowed and I came to a stop so that I could proceed slowly in case another car was coming down the mountain. Immediately, a huge bull moose was at the side of the truck, so close that he was rubbing the driver's door. HAD my window been down, and HAD I been so inclined to extend my arm out of the window, palms up, I could have rubbed the underside of his belly. That is how big they get. As I reached for my camera, he quickly trotted off, and I missed my photo opportunity. They can move rather quickly, albeit ungainly.
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hey marg. I found your blog while looking for a silly picture game a bunch of NLer had started on Twitter couple years back and discovered you have a very lovely picture of my friend Dave. With much regret, I feel its fair to inform you that he has made the journey to Valhalla....
Melanie, thanks for letting me know about Dave. He was a fantastic guide!
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