Quit laughing. I may not be Jacque Klouso, mountain man and tracker of the north, but the size of those babies was a dead give away. There are moose in them thar hills.
It was much too early in the day to see anything of value so we journeyed on, making our way west. We lunched at the side of the road, explored the towns of Langley and Kingfield and more or less passed the time until dusk. It was then that we set out on the last leg of the day.
We motored along, eyes peeled for any sign of life. We detoured onto some rough terrain. (Let me assure you that the beast is not cut out for such off-roading.) We scanned creeks and streambeds for any moose type activity and came up short once again.
She gathered her children and moved slowly off to the right. The little family stopped. Mama surveyed the scene, keeping one eye on the intruders at all times. They grazed for a minute and began migrating back to the left. They paused again and one of the babies looked up and directly into the lens.Oh heavenly day, what a shot. And what a beauty this youngan was.