Snowing again here today, not a lot but looks miserable outside. So I thought I might post this story to hopefully break up someone's boredom and perhaps get a chuckle.
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OK, here's one that has nothing to do with mining at all. But some may think it interesting and even humorous.
Shot by a Moose Nugget!
Most true stories start out with the date of the story. I guess we will have to dispense with that foolishness; I am afflicted with a serious disease and can’t remember the date. My affliction is called “Old Timers Disease” and it just gets worse as time goes on.
There was a time in my trapping career that I trapped full time. By full time I mean I would leave home for four or five days and stay in my trapping cabin. I trapped a small valley and had four spur lines that accessed the surrounding ridges, as well as the main trail into the valley. I had a lot of traps out at that time and it took a long time to run them all.
One fine day at a brisk temperature of about –35 below zero, my partner and I were checking our wolf sets. We had one fairly close to the main trail, but actually in a patch of willows on a gravel bar of the river. This was to be one of those trips that I would later come to call a “learning experience”. This set consisted of simply snares that were set in an existing wolf trail, where it crossed the gravel bar. The willows concealed the snares perfectly.
As we drew near to the set, we could see that there was a moose that had become entangled in one of our snares. It had evidently been eating willows and as it walked through them it must have stepped through a snare with one leg. As it moved forward the snare slid up its leg and tightened about half way between what would be the elbow and the shoulder. The moose had then turned and stepped over the taut snare wire and in turning; it had wrapped a coil of the taut snare around one of its back legs also. As it turned out, this was a blessing in disguise because it effectively “hobbled” the moose so that it could not move around easily. This, in turn, kept the snare on the front leg from tightening so much that it would cut into the flesh from the moose lunging.
Now we had a real problem, of course when we tried to approach the moose, it would get belligerent and try to get us or kick us with its long legs and feet. We decided that this was just too dangerous and decided to go home and call fish and game and ask if they could help. We thought that they might loan us a dart gun to sedate the moose so we could get the snare off of its leg. At the very least we thought that perhaps we could get one of their biologists to come out and do it for us.
We had a surprise coming; they would not come out and would not allow us to use one of their dart guns unsupervised, especially since we had no experience at this sort of thing. The officer that we spoke to said that we would have to try to get the snare off by ourselves…”oh great”!
He suggested that we try to get a rope around the legs of the moose and then pull it tight so that the moose would lose its balance and fall. He told us that this was dangerous for the moose also. He said that it was very probable that when the moose lost its balance and hit the ground, it would go into shock and possibly die. This is a built in reflex in moose, he said. It is the same reflex that kicks in when a moose is taken down by wolves. Wolves very seldom kill a moose outright. Usually a pack will run the moose until it cannot run any more, then they all jump on it and tear at its hamstrings and belly until it drops. Then the feast begins, with the wolves actually ripping and eating the moose while it is still alive, until it finally succumbs from loss of blood.
I know this sounds gruesome, but this is real life, this is the way wolves are able to take down large prey animals even if they are perfectly healthy. In the course of this gruesome sounding attack, the moose goes into shock immediately on hitting the ground, this is the last defense mechanism they have and it allows them to feel no pain during this last part of the attack.
This is what the officer said would, in all likelihood happen to the moose when and if we were successful in taking the moose down, but he also said that this was the only way to possibly get the snare off of the moose.
This all took about four hours after which we arrived back at the moose with reinforcements with two other friends who were just dying to have a go at removing this snare from the moose. Try as we might, we could not get a rope around the legs of the moose. Her long legs and sharp hooves kept us from getting too close, and the thick willows would keep us from dragging the rope around her, oh we could get the rope in a circle around her, but we could not pull it tight because it was strung out through the willows. We tried everything we could think of without success. Finally someone suggested that one of us drive back to his house and get a bow and arrow and some fishing line.
While he was gone, we continued to try to get the rope around the moose’s legs. By this time she was not in a very friendly mood and would kick out viciously when anyone got even a little bit close. If you have never seen a moose kick, it is very impressive. They can actually kick sideways unlike a horse or cow. I convinced my friends to try to get as close as they could safely and try to distract the moose, while I would try to “sneak up” close enough the get the rope around the enraged cow moose.
It worked; she turned all her attention on my friends….I thought! Funny thing about prey animals, they have their eyes set on the sides of their head. They can actually see as well backward as forward, even though they seem to be looking the other way. I also forgot about the exceptional hearing they have. She knew I was there and just when I thought we had her set up, she sprung her own surprise.
I was almost close enough to be within her effective kicking range, she had planned it that way….suckered me right in. I should tell you here that it was cold and we had been riding snowmobiles, so we were bundled up pretty good. I had on my single piece snowmobile suit that had a LOT of insulation; I also had on padded thermal long johns.
She suddenly sprung her trap; she had cleverly concealed a rock hard frozen moose nugget very close to her back feet. Suddenly she kicked out, picking up this frozen mini-ball and launching it as if she had a hidden catapult! No pro golfer could have hit a ball any harder, or any more accurately than this cow moose launched her deadly mini-ball. She got me as sure as if she was shooting a scope sighted rifle. The moose nugget hit me right in the middle of the thigh. I let out a howl that was a very good facsimile of a wolf in full pursuit ( one of my friends insists that it was more like a woman screaming at the top of her lungs). I am sure it was more manly that that though.
I wisely retreated, (before she could spring any more cunning traps on me). We decided to wait for our friend to come back with the bow and arrow. While we waited I unzipped my suit and had a look at the damage, oh, I was damaged all right. I had a purple, green, black and red bruise on my thigh; it was almost the size of a golf ball. I am reasonably sure that I hold the sole dubious distinction of being the only person ever shot with a frozen moose nugget. My friends were in awe that the moose could have kicked that nugget that hard and done that much damage. Looking back at the moose calmly standing there, I was sure I could hear a snicker and there was no mistaking the evil look in her eye.
My other friend arrived with the bow and arrow and some fishing line. We were able to attach the rope to the line and even managed to shoot the arrow under the moose. Now we had the rope in a straight line underneath the moose. With one guy holding one end of the line, this made an anchor point. I took the other end of the line and circled the moose twice. Then we began to pull both ends tight. Every time the moose moved, we were able to pull the rope a bit tighter, until finally she could not keep her balance any longer and fell.
She had no sooner hit the ground than her eyes rolled back in her head and she went into shock. I approached her from the back side, away from those feet, yep; she was out of it, but breathing.
I lay over her side and took a pair of wire cutters and cut the snare from her foreleg, then unwrapped it from her hind leg. All this time I was sure that she was playing out another slick moose plan to get me. I was very anxious to get away from her, but at the same time did not really want to take my weight off of her and chance her springing another moosie trap. Finally I chanced it and jumped clear….she did not move. We all converged on her and were able to get her front legs under her and her head partially up, still she did not respond. We packed snow around her head and eyes and shook her by the hair on her neck and she seemed to be beginning to regain some life. We quickly retreated and watched as she shook her head and still lay there. From a respectable distance we threw some snowballs at her and all of a sudden she lurched to her feet.
There was no climax to this story, no hair raising escape to tell about. She had the audacity to simply lower her head and calmly walk off. Not even a “thank you”, but again I was almost certain I could hear a subdued snicker. Her and our adventure had ended as quietly as it had begun on a cold winter day on the Alaskan trap line.