As I sit here writing this, it's 10:10p on Sunday. Just a few minutes ago, I was typing away some stuff, watching a bit of TV, when I glanced over and noticed there was a moose about 4 feet from my head. It was on the other side of the window, but still, it was a bit of a shock to see this in your face:
Right now, I have a perfect lung shot. It's a cow, too. I do love cow. Young one, to boot. Alas, poaching is bad, so I'll just look and covet. You know, in another life, it would have been a crime not to catch it.
What is it the French say? C'est la vie.