Stared down and chased by a moose, I still had five miles to go …
Early this morning, I rounded a corner and came face to almost face with one big ass moose. Big antlers. We were both startled but we held our ground. Ever hold a staring contest with a moose?
I stopped mid-run to assess the situation. I had two options – 1) Turn around and find another way home. I had already run 18k. The distance on my route was scheduled down to the last metre. I had already been running for nearly 2 hours. I can’t do math on the best of days. 2) I could run pass the moose and pretend nothing was out of the ordinary.
Deciding I wasn’t prepared for a dust up, I turned around. I glanced back over my shoulder only to find the moose looking all smug and victorious. Smug bastard. Who does he think he is? He does not own this trail. Does he know I have a second degree blackbelt? I turned around to face him. Bring it, moose. He kept sauntering ahead, stopping only briefly to eat a mouthful of leaves.
The closer he got, the more I came to my senses. At the last moment, I took a quick pic for Twitter. Then I bushwhacked my way through the woods to the highway. Moose did not follow. He had other plans.
That’s right. Moose or more precisely had to call me out on Twitter. I expect this will not be the last of the moose.