It seems like most of my encounters happen after dark. The first one I had was with a momma moose and her yearling calf.

The funny thing (well, not so funny for the person in the truck nearest to them) was then when truck closest to them tried flashing their brights at the beasts, momma got mad an gave a love tap to the hood of the vehicle. Eventually they tired of the raucous and detoured at about what seemed to be a 90 degree up slope on the canyon wall. (Spider-man has nothing on these guys)
Then, about 2 weeks ago, I was headed toward the van at about 10:30pm and heard a couple of owls hooting to each other, seeming to signal that spring is right around the corner. It sounded just like out of the movies.

Lastly, on Friday as I was finishing with one last request before heading home, I was talking to Em on the phone when I smelled the odoriferous emittance of a skunk. I asked her if they hibernate for the winter and she confirmed that they did.

2 comments:
You are fortunate that you didn't startle him, for he might have unleashed his winter's supply of perfume on you! ... And there's no room in any inn for someone wearing that perfume!
Wow! Sounds awesome. I envy your everyday encounters. I earned the Shoshone name, "Dances With Meese" on a few trips to Wyoming, but here in TX all I get are 20 pole cats per square mile. Miss you brother.
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