Not that kind of moose hunting. The kind where you drive by and see a big moose standing in the mud, perhaps a cow moose and calves.
Or maybe a big bull moose with a big rack of horns. I’ve seen these in large numbers in Alaska — but was thrilled when I was up in Bretton Woods, New Hampshire that I might get to see a moose while up at a big economic conference organized by the Institute for New Economic Thinking.
Driving up, I saw the “Brake for Moose” sign above — and then went on a multi-day hunt, sort of like bird-watching.
I actually went on a nine-mile run on a pretty sparsely traveled road that ran up into the White Mountains along a creek, looking for the elusive moose.
I went in search of local ponds and known mud holes — but nothing.
And then INET Chief of Staff BJ Greenspan, on her way home from the meeting, just ran right into one — really ran into it, or it into her. Apparently, according to reports, the moose that collided with her car is just fine and went loping off.
Greenspan wrote to me:
Nick said you were looking for moose all weekend.
I found one. He is in better shape than my rental car.
Not a mark on me either, but I hope I never see another one.
Don’t tell me that life is fair.
— Steve Clemons
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