Moose is Loose

Saw a big ol’ Moose chowing down in the Hollow Brook Swamp last night on my way home from work, about a mile and a half from my house. I burst in the door to tell Vickie, and was almost tackled by William, who loudly exclaimed, “Daddy, we saw a moose!” But the one they saw was about a mile and a half away from the house in the other direction. Unless that moose — who seemed equally content dining right where it was at — suddenly picked itself up and hoofed it three miles down the road and over the hill in less than an hour, it appears my neighborhood is swimming in moose. Now, which of them left the 4″ deep hoof tracks in my yard back in April?

About Wesley Wright

Born on a mountain top near New York City, Craziest state in the land of the pretty. Raised in the woods so's he knew every tree, Killed him a bear when he was only three.
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