If you live in much of Alaska, moose will inevitably factor into your life experiences. Kären and I are no exception.
My first significant encounter came one spring in the mid-1960s when three of us set out in our 17-foot Grumman canoe on the Kenai Peninsula's Swan Lake Canoe Trail. Naturally, as an aspiring wildlife photographer knowing about as much about moose as I do quantum physics, I packed along my new telephoto equipped Yashica SLR camera. Canoeing through one lake we spotted a cow moose on a tiny spruce-covered island. Aha, a wildlife photo opportunity! Approaching the island we quickly realized she also had a calf. Wow, this was my big chance. However, the moose disagreed and led her calf to the opposite side of the island.
For the record, to reduce chances of being discovered by bears or wolves, cow moose will often "start their family" on isolated islands of trees, in this case, on an island in a lake.
With the moose still in sight, but without a clear shot, I naively decided to disembark our canoe to climb up the, perhaps six-foot, bank at the edge of the island hoping for an unobstructed view of my quarry. But no sooner did I pop into her view than the protective moose decided "Enough!" Instantly she came at me like a freight train and there was no conveying my benign intent to her.
Now my accomplices still had our canoe against the shore, but they had "seen the movie," and almost as fast as the moose charged, they pushed off to embark for safer waters, presumably in case she didn't stop at the edge of the island. So when I leaped, intending to enter my refuge via a technique never discussed in canoe-safety literature, the craft had launched in exit mode. Thus, I was too late to connect with my target and ended up with an Olympic-class leap into the frigid lake. In retrospect, had my companions not fled, surely we all would have tested the water temperature that day.
Thankfully, upon seeing danger suddenly disappear over the bank and thus satisfied she had fulfilled her maternal duty, Ms moose broke off her charge and returned to her calf. Meanwhile, after my being extracted from the lake, we decided perhaps this was not my big chance after all.
However, being a slow learner, several years later I spotted a cow and calf moose on a brushy mountainside in Denali National Park. OK, I figured, I won't surprise her since there was nothing higher than my knees for camouflage so I'll just start walking slowly towards her. If she decides she doesn't want us to commune in peace, she'll just move away. Wrong! I was still at what I considered a safe distance from her when she decided I was infringing on her personal space. She lowered her head and charged. Oh my, that "safe distance" evaporated in a flash and she was still coming. I decided I would really rather be back down the mountain after all and set off to try to break the speed record for fastest human on earth. But the footing lacked any semblance of levelness and within seconds I fell flat on my face.
That's when my Guardian Angel intervened. Upon seeing her threat reduced to a flattened lump on the ground, the moose broke off her charge and returned to her calf.
Now I had two lessons under my belt, lessons I would eventually put to good use. While working as a game (wildlife) biologist in Anchorage, we received a call one winter day. A moose had wandered into some kind of scrap metal salvage yard and the owners couldn't get it out. "Help!"
Reaching the scene, sure enough, the moose could not be herded from the yard to an open gate. We got her close, to within sight of it, but had reached a standoff. That's when I remembered my experiences. The moose was pretty agitated by then so -- maybe. Creeping out of sight through a maze of metal shipping containers, I navigated to a spot behind a container between the moose and the open gate.
Then I popped out in front of the moose and resurrected a childhood, naah naah naaah cry. Instantly she charged towards me -- and the gate. At the last second I ducked back behind the container as she roared past and continued on through the gate and hopefully safety -- at least as much as an urban moose in Alaska can realize. Whew. Such were the kind of successes a wildlife biologist in Alaska can achieve.
I've been close to moose on other occasions. For a short period of time I tried commuting about 40 miles between Wasilla and my office in Anchorage. Then one day the highway presented nothing but a sheet of glare ice as slick as bacon grease in a frying pan -- when sane drivers apparently opted of a second cup of coffee that morning. As I crept along in my tiny red Datsun, a moose suddenly burst off the road's shoulder and onto the then two-lane highway. Instinctively I hit the brake. Now remember instructions from your driver's ed instructor when you were a teen-ager. Yep, in an instant my car was traveling sideways down the highway in hot pursuit of the moose which had selected the same escape route. Sliding sideways out of control down the highway at the identical speed as the moose, I remember looking out the side window of my car at her huge rump almost close enough to tickle as we "cruised" down the roadway in virtual lock-step. Eventually she exited the road and I came to a stop, but as I crept on, I decided this commute might not be my best idea after all.
Lacking any digital photos from that era, I'm attaching to this blog some of Kären's images of Alaskan moose family relatives, Sitka black-tailed deer.
