Choose moose!

Where are all the mooses? In the spirit of choosing life, I spent the last several days looking for moose. A trek through North Park, the moose capital of America (obviously betraying the U.S.-centric view of America)netted no moose. Not one. I waited patiently at Moose Crossing signs, scanned every bog, slogged through thick woodlands for forty or fifty miles, rented a helicopter to conduct an aerial search and came up with nothing. Not one moose. Okay, so there was no slogging or helo-ing. But I did look hard. And long. And didn't see a moose. And you know what, I don't care. The hunt was its own reward.