Lonely, lordly and ungainly, King Moose is amiable enough 

 most of the time. Like most animals, he'll run from man when 

 startled. That is, except in rutting season. Then, apparently, any 

 man, truck, or automobile is a rival for the affections of the girl. 

 He has wrecked hoods and fenders and even charged broadside 

 into trucks. He is a very formidable customer, his weight and 

 size inspiring great respect and a large fund of rumor. He also 

 gives off loud breathing and grunting noises, and is in no haste 

 to depart. 



A lady at a card party in a northern cabin once pondered the 

 moose's belligerence. She recalled that while blueberry picking 

 that same day she had noticed fresh moose tracks so large as to 

 be fearsome. Debating measures all to herself, she said, "What 

 would happen if you said boo to a moose?" 



No intelligent answer was forthcoming, but there was a gen- 

 eral unexpressed opinion that a bull moose in rutting season is 

 unbooable. 



