I think if I was wandering around that far north, I'd be more worried about hitting Bullwinkle. Now those suckers are big!
Jerry
Oh, no kidding. Hell, you could ride underneath them. I remember Spiderman telling a Mainer's story awhile back about moose. But I'll never forget a ride I took up the Maine coast one day. Had started at Ellsworth and just kept going. Even followed a goose across the border that afternoon.
Everything up there is small towns and rural. So along the road are the occasional stores that have fuel, groceries, basic supplies, the whole thing. I'd stopped to fill up then parked the bike over to the side to go in to the little store and kill fifteen minutes chatting up the locals and resting my butt. Walked out 15 or 20 minutes later and absent mindedly wandered toward the bike only to look up and see Bullwinkle.
This large economy sized boy-type moose was just standing there looking at the bike. To this day I still think he had amorous intentions toward it. But this thing was simply huge. Towered over the bike (and me!). I'm sure I probably swallowed my gum as I kind of stumbled back toward the store. Then Bullwinkle slowly, on a pace completely all his own, just wandered away. That was definitely an "oh chit" moment though.