Well, Monday morning I'm starting to take down camp, and I spot 3 bull moose about 150 yards up the hill. Naturally, I grab my Nikon and head on up. Priorities.
I stand at the edge of some trees, along with a woman and her grade-school daughter, watching and photographing these guys as they inch down the hill toward us while grazing. I joke to the mom that we probably ought to have an exit strategy just in case they get impatient with us. And... the next thing we know, one of the bulls charges us. We bolt and fortunately, he stops short of trampling us. He just needed to show us who's boss. Cracked us up. You know, after the adrenaline stopped shooting out of our ears.