The moose running up out of the water reminded me of a time long ago.  I was on my first solo in 1984 and just green and nervous to be out there alone.  Sometime early in the weeklong trip I lay in my tent before dawn when I start hearing a steady thumping noise.  It got louder and louder and seemed to go right past my tent before splashing into the water at the landing. 

I was freaked out to say the least.  I realized something was now swimming in the water so unzipped the door and scrambled out.  In the pre dawn light I could make out the head and rack of a bull moose swimming away to the other side of the narrow lake I was camped on.  I watched until he clambered up the other bank.  He paused for a moment, looked around before disappearing into the woods.

I think it's experiences like this that has me coming back year after year. :)