Well, I took out a team for a very short run. Just wanting to get them out on the trail. All was great and I am loving my Prairiebilt sitdown sled. It drives like a dream. I knew it would.
Got back and hooked up my second group. They were raring to go and away we went. As I am in my glory driving my sled, suddenly I realize the glow reflecting back at me ahead in the trail is not a good thing. There were two moose on the trail.
The cow(mother) took some steps towards me and lowered her head and we had a stare down. My heart sank...and it was a flashback to 2012 when my team was stomped by a moose on a training run. All the while this moose was staring me down and not making a move off the trail, my dogs were lunging and jumping and barking. Seemed like they were egging the moose on.
I am frozen, wanting to turn my team and get out of there...but not wanting to turn my team on a narrow trail and have a tangle. Also with my back to the moose...well that wouldn't be a good feeling. So I just stood on my sled and prayed that the moose would head on down the trail.
The moose did turn and go around the corner...but I had no idea how far it had gone. I decided to turn my team and head for the barn...(the kennel). So, we ended our run very short. Bummer. But rather safe than sorry. I have no desire to encounter a moose on the trail and especially 4 days before the Iditarod. I have worked far too hard.
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