The first time I saw a moose I was a kid watching cartoons. The first time I saw a real live moose was near Eagle River Nature Center in Chugach State Park, outside of Anchorage. There were three of us hiking together and it was blissfully quiet there that day. Our friend, an Anchorage resident, assured us we could expect to see moose here; moose were everywhere. Sometimes they were a traffic problem on the roads.
When we came around the corner of the trail we were all equally startled–the moose and the humans. She had her head down, grazing on the tall green grass; lifted it when we approached. I was instantly awed by her enormous size, also intimidated. Standing on all fours she was over six feet tall, solid and commandeering; easily weighed over a thousand pounds. We backed up and stayed quiet, and she resumed grazing. Keeping a respectable distance we watched her, took photos of her, and eventually she made her way into the aspen grove and disappeared.