A couple years ago, Dad and I were in Newfoundland fixin mills and were staying in a customers salmon/moose camp on the River of Ponds. We went to the river when we got there (couple hundred feet away) and almost slipped on a huge steaming moose pile on the trail
. Dad said something about a moose call, almost made one, and thought better. It was the middle of the rut, and bull moose can be crazy. Way too big a critter full of hormones for my liking
