These things are all over the place, but out in the country, they are pretty wary. They usually run when they hear you vehicle approaching. But the ones in town don't give a rip about people. The cows move into peoples yards and do their calving this time of year. Everwhere we go, there are tracks, and moose dodo - literally within feet of houses, businesses, etc. We've had to slow down so as to let them cross the road and not hit them numerous times. I guess hundreds of them are hit on the Kenai Peninsula every year. Well, they should let people like me thin them out, but apparently they are heavily protected. PJ has a friend in Soldotna and these friends used to live in Brainerd. We were making the rounds seeing all of his kids, and one of the daughters (Suzanne) had a cow moose die in her yard while laboring to give birth. It went on for three days, and she finally croaked. I guess she needed emergency C-section - and they missed the opportunity to help her out. Now they've got a huge moose carcass in their yard beginning to rot, and AK fish and game won't come and get it. It's up to the home owner. Life is sure different up here...
I few days ago, we were visiting Sam (Steve's son) and there was a pile of moose dung next to the house. Moose dung is about the size of a quarter or fifty-cent piece. When it dries out, it's no big deal. Doesn't stink. Doesn't get on your hands. Heck, even Uncle Bob Evans ate one once, and said it wasn't bad. Anyway, I reached down and grabbed a handful, and held them out to PJ like I was offering him a hand of M&M's. Of course, he reached out his hand and took them innocently, and then looked at me with disgust. But, you have no idea how many times I have done this to him with deer turds and he still fell for the trick. Helps to have t
he elder out of his element :-)
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