July 4th weekend I was in the Big Horn Mountains at a friend's cabin on the Middle Fork of Clear Creek. I had been watching a young spike moose feed and was keeping my eyes peeled over my left shoulder as I returned to the cabin. When I finally glanced to my right, I was just 20 feet away from an approaching bull moose (probably annoyed by the presence of the spike). He dropped his head immediately and charged me, his massive antlers busting through the willow I had ducked behind as he rushed on by. My buddy's wife had witnessed the whole thing from the front porch and had a cold Moose Drool ready for me as I retold the story to the rest of the gang...having nearly become moose drool, I really needed that Moose Drool (and the several that followed!).
