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What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

A Monumental Moose July 29, 2015

Filed under: Animal Antics — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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Remember that time my husband got a bunch of strangers chased by a moose? Oh you don’t? That’s fine, I do. ‘Cause it was yesterday.

There was a big storm predicted for the area, so rather than go on one of our epic adventures we decided to stay closer to home. It’ll be fine, we thought. Much safer, we thought.

We did a little hike where we found a cute little pika and were turned back by a closure for bear activity. And then we went down to the good old lake trail. The one where the elderly tourist go because it’s safe. On our way down, the people going up kept telling us excitedly about how there was a moose at the bottom. We kept responding with how we would be very careful, trying to emphasize to the tourists that moose can be cool, but they can also kill you. A mama moose is the most dangerous animal in Denali Park after all.

We were almost to the bottom when we saw the little moose cross the trail. We backed off to a respectable distance and waited for the mama to follow so we could continue on our way. We kept hiking around the loop. We saw two beavers pulling trees through the lake and then, low and behold, we saw that same mama moose in the water, just chompin’ away at the weird grass at the bottom of the lake.

We had to keep circling the lake to get out, and the plan was to pass quickly and quietly behind the mama and the baby.

But when we got to the other side of the lake, there was a lady videoing the mama and the baby. So then my husband had to get a better picture. This picture:

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Everything probably would have been fine, but as the husband stepped in to get the picture, six more people came up the trail. The mama moose tipped her ears back and headed toward us, and the woman who we had run into earlier who was a bona fide Alaskan yelled, “Everybody run!” When a native Alaskan tells you to run, you do it.

Suddenly, I found myself a part of an elite runners’ club, sprinting away from an angry moose.

We all rendezvoused at the top of the hill except for the video tape lady. No one knew who she was or where she had gone. But there were others on the trail, and no one had heard her scream, so we all decided she was fine. Why? Because that’s the Alaskan way.

And that, my friends, is how my husband got us chased by a moose. Happy Wednesday, y’all.

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