Recently, I was acting as a tour guide for a cycling writer and his wife from Chicago. After supper in Cheticamp, I said I was going moose hunting and asked if they would like to come along. They looked somewhat startled, but I quickly explained that I was going to be shooting with my camera.
They agreed to come and we drove into the park shortly after 7:30 pm. As I approached the first picnic ground about three or four kilometers inside the park, I spotted the black shape of a moose in the roadside ditch. I parked the car and we got out to have a look, but in the short time it took to do this, the moose had moved out into a field to feed.
It turned out to be a young bull moose with only a couple of spike horns. Nevertheless, my visitors were totally impressed, but their excitement took a major leap when I pointed out an even larger moose with a fulll rack of horns. It was feeding just a stone's throw from where the first moose stood.
When we eventually left, they said they couldn't believe their luck. I didn't tell them, but it wasn't entirely luck because I've seen two big bull moose feeding in that same area in the evening on at least six occasions over the last couple of years.
The next morning, as we headed back into the park, I stopped and the first lookoff and told them we might see some whales. Sure enough, a pod of pilot whales was swimming just off shore below the lookoff with a whale watch boat in the middle of them. As we watched, a bald eagle soared by at eye level a mere 10 meters away. My guests were blown away. Now that's luck!
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