Why Did the Moose...

...cross the creek?  He might have been wondering the same thing after loosing his footing halfway across. McDonald Creek up in Glacier Park is below flood stage but still running high. It's been about three weeks since we were last able to cross the creek in neoprene chest waders. But then, my legs are half as long as those on today's young, lanky bull. Those moose legs come in handy when he's reaching for tender, end-of-branch leaves and buds in the brushy thickets. But later this summer, he will have to twist and turn his head just to fit his growing antlers between branches. Everything comes with a price.