When I turned North on the fabled Gunflint Trail, I had no destination, but one overweening GOAL. Sure I wanted to drive the road that opened the Minnesota "Arrowhead" and took dead aim at the legendary Boundary Waters. I wanted to learn its history, smell the evergreen-scented air and see how the scars of the big Ham Lake Fire in 2007 were healing. But my GOAL was to use my meager, amatuerish photographic skills and pure dumb luck to shoot a MOOSE -- a Moose in the sunlight, not a dusky shadow, a Moose in a really wild place, not the drainage from the local highway salt stores, a moose doing moosey stuff, not cornered by an encroaching mob at roadside. It would be wonderful if this Moose had a rack as wide as a King Size Bed, but let's not get greedy. To be honest, the picture was less important than counting coup on my good friend Dave, a truly gifted photographer, who is, as we speak, piloting his Airstream over countless MOOSELESS miles in the wilds of Canada seeking the image which will complete his portfolio of North American Chauvinistic Megafauna.
Dave, this Moose is for you...
WISH YOU WERE HERE, MY FRIEND.
YOU KNOW THE IMAGES WOULD BE BETTER.