Originally Posted by
DZEC
I have a friend who lives in the interior of British Columbia and enters the lottery for a moose hunting tag every year. For the last several years he and his hunting partner go into the wild for a couple of weeks to hunt the big guys.
Last year they got skunked. A day after the end of hunting season, a big bull moose walked onto his property about 200 feet from his porch.
Mike had to sit there with his coffee and just watch.
Those moose aren’t stupid. I’m sure he knew the season had ended.