A few years ago while I was tree planting up around the Hearst region... There was four of us, walking an old bush road to get to our pieces (land that needs planting). Initially, we were supposed to have a drive to this washout that was far too deep for the truck to pass... but we had walked past the washout before any sign of any truck. Just about 5 minutes walk from the washout, we spotted a moose... about 10 yards away. At first we thought "darn' cool man!", then it started grunting and splashing, since both sides of the road was standing, stagnant water. As she was splashing and grunting, a little calf splashed out from the bullrushes and stood beside its mother. At this point, I looked over at my buddies and said "Let's get back to the washout...". As were walking away, I kept peering back over my shoulder at the moose and it continued to stand there staring at us. Just as we got to the washout, the truck shows up... What a lazy bugger that guy was. The guy was the camp boss, and decided to get a picture of us and moose... which worked out great because the moose started to run across the road and was captured in between us (in the distance of course). Sadly, the bastardly camp boss never gave us a copy of that picture...