Mangy Moose
There has been some question among my faithful blog readers
on how I chose the name “Mangy Moose.” So I decided that I would explain the
“why” of this name and my fascination with moose. Let me say that this blog
title was not my first choice. I wanted to use “Dan The Man” but somebody out
there in cyberspace got there before me.
The name “mangy moose” was my creation as a CB handle when
we ran a ski lodge near Bozeman, Montana. This was the time before cell phones,
smart phones or the Internet. The only way to communicate with Judy while I was
in the truck plowing snow, running to town to pick up guests or supplies was by
CB. That is the name I chose and it has stuck with me ever since. The 1050 part
is our current street address. Thus ends the mystery.
I do confess a fascination with moose. Living here in the
mountain west, the moose is a fairly familiar sight. In the winter, if you
drive up to Big Sky and stop to shop at the Meadow Village, often you can see a
cow moose and her young one roaming the sidewalks. Several weeks ago there was
a report of a bull moose wandering around the neighborhoods of a small
community near Bozeman.
Moose are majestic animals. They are very large and very
unpredictable. They like wooded marshland and tend to be loners. I have seen
them up close and heard lots of stories about hunters being cornered in a tree
by an angry moose. They are to revered and feared!
Here is Advice from a Moose I found on a birthday card I
sent my son in law recently:
Think Big. Spend time in the woods. Eat plenty of green.
Hold your head up high. Stay on track. Keep your nose clean. It’s ok to be a
little wild!
Good advice coming from one of God’s unique creatures.
