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Ever slapped a moose in the butt?

So there I was...on a traffic stop southbound on I-295 in Brunswick, ME. I cleared the stop and was traveling south when I looked to my right and saw a black lab jump off what had to be about a 20 ft section of granite ledge. The dog hit the ground and started rolling, got up, and took off running in the breakdown lane. So I'm thinking..."what on earth is this all about?" I turned on my lights to the rear and started weaving back and forth to keep traffic back so as not to hit the dog. It was then that I looked up beyond the dog and saw a moose running down the middle of the travel lane. Now this was a new one. I wasn't exactly sure how to put that one out over the radio but I told dispatch that I was behind a moose running down the middle of the highway. I couldn't blame them but it took them a few seconds to get back to me cause everytime they tried to transmit all I could hear was them laughing. An officer from another department called me up on my cell in the middle of this mayhem asking me if I was in a chase and needed him to set up spike mats...jerk. At any rate, I continued to follow this moose down the interstate and I'll be dipped if we were needlin' at right around 30mph. I looked in my rear view mirror and the passenger in a car behind me was leaning out of the window videotaping the whole scene (still waiting for that to show on YouTube).

The moose then apparently tired of running on pavement. He, she, it...whatever it's make and model took an immediate right and beelined towards the woods. I guess moose don't have very good eyesight cause he plowed right into the animal fencing and rolled right over the top of it. When he did so, he got his left rear leg caught up in the fence and couldn't get loose. Now I'm wondering what on earth I'm going to do. I couldn't really shoot it as he really wasn't hurt near as I could tell. Not to mention that the motoring populace probably wouldn't have appreciated that. Not knowing what else to do...I walked up to it and gave it a healthy whack on the rump. Couldn't really miss...biggest one I've ever seen or ever hope to see again for that matter. The moose gave an indignant snort, pulled free and ran off into the woods. Never saw the moose or the pooch again.

 

 

 



Comments

No Way

You seriously smacked the moose on the rump???  I guess your family is more resourceful that way---that thought NEVER would have crossed my mind!!!

That's a great story....

High Speed Pursuit

I bet pursuing that moose prepared you for the up and coming travel season. Plenty of tourists are on their way to see you. I imagine by the end of this year you will be ready to chase down a moose or dog.

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