"it was early oct. 1986 and harvey and i were moose hunting and rabbit catching in gull pond. we had seen some bull moose but harvey didn't wanted to shoot them. ""i'm waiting for the big one,"" he said. after six days we decided to leave camp. i was driving and harvey was tipped back, relaxing. he had taken off his rubber boots, socks and sweater and was starting to doze. suddenly i hit the brakes and shouted ""harvey, the biggest bull moose i've ever seen just ran across the road, and out on the bog!"" he was still half-asleep when he grabbed his gun and bullets and took off running. it wasn't until he was almost in the middle of the bog, bare foot and up to his knees in water, that he looked back to see me doubled over in stitches laughing. sorry for the wet and cold feet harvey but the memory was well worth it!"   Submitted By: NULL