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One guy on our team wanted to get some pictures of the baby moose, and I was standing there watching him, holding a shovel and a backpack full of gear. Then suddenly the other guy on the team took off running. I looked around, and there was a mama moose, hackles up, barrelling towards me and the other guy. We zigzagged through the trees but she was still coming at us, and I realized at some point that (1) I do have a firearm, and (2) I can't draw my firearm while I'm holding a shovel. So I chucked the shovel aside and we found a steep ravine to go down, the mama moose stopped at the top of it. Moose being fairly top-heavy with spindly legs, I think running down a steep slope was too big a risk for her, and at that point we were far enough away from the babies.
But she wasn't done yet. She went after the guy who ran away before we knew what was happening, and chased him quite a long way. I think he was a bit miffed that I hadn't taken a shot at the moose, but our lives hadn't been in danger. Plus, if we had a moose carcass near our fieldsite, that would attract bears. In the end everything was fine, but we lost a day of sampling because we never did find that darned shovel.