“We were within a mile-and-a-half of the service roads when we found it” We blew in our cupped hands and ventured ahead in the misty Winter morning to investigate. The birds were agitated and in predator mode so we knew something was amiss. At first, through the fog, we couldn’t determine what the hubbub was about. Then we saw. There was what appeared to be a moose cow and she was very agitated, rocking from side to side and snorting, sending billows of hot steam heavenward as if it was holy smoke in a prayer ceremony. We cautiously neared the scene and saw the source of her agitation. There in the snow was her bull. We stopped because this situation was steeped with dangerous possibilities. They were massive animals. We knew that we had to get help, so we marked our coordinates and set out towards the service road to seek out a ranger for help. Finding her, we reported all the information and reluctantly returned to finish our hike. Later, we checked back and found out that they had gathered a rescue team including veterinarians. The bull had fallen and injured his flank but not broken it. He was treated successfully and sent back to his love. Her prayers had been answered.
© Carol Campbell 2016
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