art_deco saidYou Know You're In Canada When You Complain About Weather To A MOOSE At Your Door
You also know when you're in US Minnesota and get treed by a bull moose while cross country skiing, as I was. It wasn't even the rut, mid-January as I recall, but this bull apparently didn't like me being in his territory.
Well evidently I survived it. I was a bit concerned he might try to shake me loose, or even knock the tree over. Since It wasn't very large, a birch as I recall, the nearest I could shimmy up. And left my skiis below, that I shed from their quick-release bindings. But fortunately he didn't stomp them to pieces.
That later happened when one of my college students stuck the point of his pole right through one, ruining it, as I was showing him how to kick and glide. Shattering its fiberglass cladding and the structural foam inside, destroying its structural integrity. And I'd been fitted for them in Germany. Ah, well, a year later I was reassigned to San Antonio, Texas, where the need for cross country skiis was rather slight. I never bought another set again.