BUTT END
PHOTO:
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CHEESE!
Danger Zone THE PLACE WHERE WILDERNESS TRIPPER TURNS TOURIST
I STOOD MY GROUND when the moose started to charge, not be- lieving it was a real threat. When it changed its gait from a gallop to a sprint, I reassessed the situation and ran my ass off toward the truck. What was I thinking? If I had come across the same animal while
out on a trip instead of by the side of the highway I would have admired it from a distance, not blindly walked up to it snapping photos as if it were a supermodel. A few seconds into the chase I realized that being part of the high
school running club was far behind me, but the moose wasn’t. He was closing in and the only thing to do was to start zig-zagging in hopes of confusing him. It was the blast of a passing truck’s horn that saved me in the end.
Not my buddy Andy. He was too busy trying to turn on his video camera. The moose jolted at the sound of the horn, zigged when I zagged and gave up the chase. You don’t have to tell me I’m an idiot. I’m well aware. But it’s not
all the time. I’m a safety fanatic while out on a trip. It’s an approach that has saved my hide many times out there. The moment the trip is over, however, I forget all those over-the-top safety measures, as if being reconnected with civilization means I can turn my brain off.
36 n C ANOE ROOT S fall 2007 Prior to the moose attack I had spent two full weeks paddling
the Kopka. It’s a remote river in northern Ontario that’s challenging enough in normal conditions but was in high flood during our trip. It was the most testing route I’ve ever done—and at no time did I let my safety slip into question. We scouted every rapid prior to run- ning it. We hunkered down during a wind storm rather than take a chance surfing breaking waves. We encountered 10 bears and gave them all a respectful berth. We even used safety harnesses while portaging an incredibly steep portage around Kopka Falls. We were the poster paddlers for safe canoe tripping. It wasn’t long after starting our drive home that we passed the
moose feeding along the roadside. We hadn’t seen a moose on the trip, so I pulled over to take a picture. I took the lens cap off and transformed from safety boy to idiot tourist. You know the rest. And what happened to the moose? He went back into the woods
where it was safe, perhaps questioning how humans survive in the civilized realm we call the real world. If I were an evolutionary biolo- gist I’d be worried about us.
KEVIN CALLAN has never been to Pamplona, Spain, but hears it is an exciting place.
PHOTO: BARB AND RON KROLL
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