The first time I came up to the railway, I saw 2 moose, mother and calf, cross the old right of way. Then the dog wess decided to go after the mother and it ended up in pitched combat between a dog and a moose. Wess was alright, but he kinda ticked off the mom and started charging towards cross rd once wess had returned. Mom had probably decided to stick with her calf instead of tracking down a dog in a strange looking place.
Thus, that marks the day after living for 8 years in New england that my dad finally saw a moose for the first time