A lady in Alaska writes: In my 33 years in Alaska I have never seen a new born baby moose. This one was not even a half a mile from our house. The mother picked a small quiet neighbor and had her baby in the front yard at 5:30 am. Allen and I were out bike riding when we came upon the pair. The lady across the street from this house told us she saw it being born. We saw them at 5:30 pm. So the little one was 12 hours old. What an awesome place we live in to see such a site.
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Sunday, July 15, 2007
Saturday, April 14, 2007
Moose
The man in the picture is Jacques Leroux who lives up near Escourt Station and has always had work horses; first for actual work then for show at Maine's' many summer fairs.. Three springs ago, he noticed a female moose coming to the pasture and helping herself to the hay and what grain the work horses didn't pick up off the ground. Jacques said he could get within 10 feet of the moose before it would turn and move off. Two springs ago, the moose foaled(?) at the edge of the work horse pasture and upon getting to it's feet had not only the mother in attendance but the four horses. The young moose grew up around the horses and each afternoon when Mr. Leroux took the teams for their daily exercise the yearling moose would trail along the entire route next to the rear horse. At some point, the yearling got so accustomed to Mr. Leroux that, after he had brushed each horse after a workout, he started brushing down the moose. The moose tolerated this quite well so Mr. Leroux started draping harness parts over the yearling to see how he would take to these objects. The moose was soon harness broken and now came the question of what could you do with a harness broke moose. As you may or may not know, a great deal of Maine is being bought up by folks "from away" and some of them understand principles of forest management. Well the folks buying small parcels of land up in the area of the Allagash have it on their mind that they don't want big skidders and processors and forwarders on their small wood lots. Enter Mr. Leroux with his team of horses. Every morning when Mr. Leroux loaded the teams into the horse trailer to go otf to the days job, the yearling moose got quite riled up and one day loaded himself right into the trailer with the horses. At the job site, Jacques unloaded the horses and as the moose stayed right with them, he would take the Clydesdales and his brother Gaston would take the Belgians and off into the woods they would go with the moose trailing behind. They would put the harness on the moose in case they encountered someone who they could kid with the explanation that the moose was a spare in case something happened to one of the horses. The work required them to skid cut libed and topped stems to the landing where the stems could be loaded onto a truck for the pulp mill. more at..... Click Here.Moose logging is not far fetched, as you see from this example.
Albert Vaillancourt of Chelmsford, Ontario, rescued both moose as calves; one from a black bear and the other had become entangled in a neighbor's fence. He trained the moose to pull a sulky and a sleigh. He toured with his moose team all over Canada. (source: Aroostook Republican, Feb. 22, 1978) The team of moose were an attraction at the Caribou Winter Carnival and Aroostook Sportsman's Show February 19-21, 1942.

Ben Moore's Moose In A Harness
Photographer: H.C. Barley in Skagway, Alaska. From the Donald Gestner Collection.
The complete caption reads Gertrude In Buggy. More...
I love how some people think they can pet the pretty moose.

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