Now that made me laugh! ;-)
For some time Cyndy had been complaining she'd yet to see a moose although we had lived in northern New Hampshire for several years. We had two in our yard, but she wasn't around at the right time to see them. One had been right up to the kitchen window. I encountered on average one per night, sometimes several on my job or my commute.
We had yet to own a four wheel drive vehicle and at the time were using a Ford LTD II wagon as one would a 4X4.
We were up above Nash Stream road, about 15 miles or more north of our house on a logging skid trail when the drivers' side lower ball joint broke. I managed to chain the thing together well enough to get back down to the logging landing at Nash Stream road.
Shortly some local folks from Lancaster came by and gave us a ride home.
We returned that evening to remove the old ball joint to be ready to replace it in the morning after the auto parts stores opened.
I was sitting on an ammo can working on it, when Cyndy yelled over from the other car, "You'd better get in the car!" I was just asking why, when I began to feel the moose breath on my neck and right shoulder. Then the moose drool began to soak my shirt.
Moose are unpredictable. I've seen them very aggressive, or docile. You never know what you are dealing with. They can rear up in the air and come crashing down on you with their hooves and kill you. Bears know this, which is why full grown moose are not on their diet.
I figured the best thing was to just keep working and he'd get bored watching me eventually. Sneaking a peek over my shoulder, I noticed he was one of the larger bulls I've seen, with a huge rack.
Finally, he turned away and ambled over to visit Cyndy. She was frantically rolling up her window. He plastered his nose against the window, peering in at her. Then he did the same on the windshield. Cyndy got an up close and personal view up moose nostrils.
Having enough of the humans, he wandered off down the road. Cyndy rolled her window back down. I asked, "Are you happy now, you've seen your damned moose?" She was.
We hadn't seen the last of him. It was dark as we drove down the road. We came upon the rear of the moose as he walked down in front of us. The brush on both sides was thick and he had no place to go. He began to stomp and snort a little even though we were maintaining some distance. I was ready to speed in reverse if necessary if he charged. Fortunately a clearing opened up and he was able to leave the road, letting us return home.
Since then Cyndy has seen many moose, eleven in one evening, but that's another story.