From the “You know you’re running in Canada when…” files comes another tale of wildlife encounter.
Add moose to the list of wild animals I’ve stumbled across on my foot-based adventures through the city trail and beyond. We were barely two klicks into our Sunday run, a ten klick casual wander through the suburbs, swooping along the fringe of a new-ish neighbourhood that borders the southernmost end of our creek valley adventure land, and there they were.
Moose are big and a little bit aggressive, so when two eight-foot-tall wild animals decide to have a staring contest with you as they contemplate their escape options, fight or flight, you keep your distance. Well… at least I kept my distance. We had rounded the corner pretty quick and that had startled at least one of them into dashing into the trees as fast as it could, but the other was just hanging there probably wondering if it should turn tail too… or show those puny bipeds who really owned the creek.
The lingering presence of six of us probably helped make up its mind –I wouldn’t have wanted to face it down alone– and barely two minutes later, and one carefree stomp right through the thick woods, we were all pretty stoked at the random meetup.