For the past month or so I've been out in search of moose, preferably a bull in rut. Day after day I came home empty handed, usually not seeing more than some tracks or scat. As the rut has come to an end the moose become a little harder to find as they're not going stir crazy over the cows anymore. Yesterday morning when I was out scouting the stars aligned. Bull moose in a meadow full of willows during heavy snowfall. You don't often realize how big these creatures are until they walk towards you and stare you dead in the face at 30ft.