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Moose Elk

I sensed I was being watched by an animal. Human? Probably not; something baser. Perhaps a rabbit, a rodent or a bird of some sort. This is the Yukon, if it is something white, it will be difficult to spy. I stay silent, in one place, slowly moving my head, watching. Hoping it is not a polar bear; they have huge paws and teeth. I see the animal’s breath before he appears from a thicket. A moose elk, apparently unafraid. I take out my camera. Knowing there is probably one chance. I am right.

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Date: 1/29/2022 9:20:00 AM
I love it. When we were on safari in Tanzania, it was cameras only! I don't like killing those beautiful animals who didn't ask for us to come there in the first place!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/29/2022 11:59:00 PM
I love getting a great photo.