The Night of the Moose
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| The footprints of the bull moose near the tent. |
It was the last night of camping at Kelly Dahl Campground. Full moon. Steel blue forest. Around midnight, the intermittent grunts of a moose. It's rut season and that's expected. What wasn't expected was that giant bull so close to my tent. Then the animal ran away and hit something while climbing a hill. It kept the grunts for some time. Then disappeared into the forest.
