The White Moose
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After scanning its face again and again,
I began to scale it, picking my holds
With intense caution. About half-way
To the top, I was suddenly brought to
A dead stop, with arms outspread
Clinging close to the face of the rock
Unable to move hand or foot
Either up or down. My doom
Appeared fixed. I MUST fall.
There would be a moment of
Bewilderment, and then,
A lifeless rumble down the cliff
To the glacier below.
My mind seemed to fill with a
Stifling smoke. This terrible eclipse
Lasted only a moment, when life blazed
Forth again with preternatural clearness.
I seemed suddenly to become possessed
Of a new sense. My trembling muscles
Became firm again, every rift and flaw in
The rock was seen as through a microscope,
My limbs moved with a positiveness and precision
With which I seemed to have
Nothing at all to do.
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
reach my hands and play with pebbles of
destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
reading “Keep Off.”
My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
in the universe.
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The Swedes like their 6.5 on moose. Once/twice a year a hunter will get the hell kicked out of him by what he mistook for one in denouement.
In my experience of one meal lousy eatin’.
Magic
Always run away downhill from a moose. In trees, if at all possible. Cut the direction closest to a climb able tree once he/ she piles up.
Moms with calves make bears look mild, especially if you surprise them. Like stalking close enough to use a disposable camera. And forgetting to disable the flash.
Downhill. In trees, not brush.
We’re I to stumble onto a White moose or, well anything animal in the wild, I’d truly feel blessed. Some ass hole will shoot it.
Somewhere I saw a pic of two white killer whales swimming together yesterday. Amazing. God truly does magnificent work.
The 6.5mm is a fine caliber and it will kill anything but it’s still comparable to a .270. It’s strong and quick and sure, you can use a 6.5 on moose, but it’s more of a deer and antelope cartridge that will shine at longer ranges.
I’ve never hunted moose or elk but if I did I believe that I’d prefer, at the very least, a .30-06 with 200-220 grain Partitions because they are much more humane and you might bumble into an aggressive bear.
As for the albino moose, nope, I wouldn’t think of killing him. Moose of Color (MOC) deserve special treatment.
Jack, absolutely agree with your observation on the 3006. Ideal for the man/woman who only wants one gun, capable of doing it all. Quit hunting years ago, prefer observing wildlife in their habitat. Don’t disagree that hunting’s needed.
Here, between the bear coyotes and wolves, we’ve seen a marked reduction in deer antelope and elk. But then isn’t that how it is.
I got a kick out of watching a moose appear in the filed, and 500 yards upfield the bucks jumped up and ran like hell. Moose=authority. I one time had a cow moose in the same field as I, about 300 yards away. She did that thing where they stop, and regard you from one side of their head.
Don’t mess with moose. Tmj Utah knows.