The season is ending, and Your Scribe has not seen a moose.

I always look for them when driving the back roads of central Maine (for self-presevation as well as my strong strain of naturalism).

And I went to both Moosehead and Rangeley specifically to encounter the clumsy beasts, but saw nary a one. (Greenville had a bad feeling about it, but I am very happy to have visited gorgeous Rangeley).

I haven't seen moose for more than a decade but I will keep trying.

I will say that looking for moose is more interesting than going on those cruises in search of seeing whales. You bob around for three hours, then the captain points to a distant dark speck in the distance that looks like a piece of granite. I have never seen a whale upclose, though I have been out looking several times.

Perhaps the next frontier for semi-exotic Maine creatues is the puffin. You can get boats out of Jonesport, Bar Harbor and other places but I understand it takes luck and good fortune to see the tiny puffin. They do look cute in photos, I must say.

If I can't see moose this fall, it's a certainty that I will see deer in early November. The farm store I shop at is a tagging station for (dead) deer.

I often loiter about on November weekends to watch the hunters bring in the "harvest." Dead or alive, the deer will be in view in little more than a week.

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