There was an overly friendly moose on the trail today. I terrified a few old ladies getting that moose off the trail, I think. She, the moose, was only a mile or so from the trailhead. The ladies were waiting and said they’d feel better if I went first so I did. The moose wouldn’t move so I fired a warning shot after giving the ladies a fair warning it was coming. She moved, but just trotted further down the trail. I followed her shouting at her but she stopped and just started eating right on the trail. I fired another shot which sent her trotting back down toward the river. When I went back to tell the old ladies the coast was clear, they were gone, headed back down I guess. Imagine my disappointment in not being hailed as the conquering hero and vanquisher of great beasts by some old ladies.