One of my very early trips in the late 70’s was to Crawford Lake that lays between Carp and Knife on the Canadian side.  My wife and I had just set camp up and it was starting to get dark, when we spotted a bear on the opposite side of the lake.  He appeared to be pawing for fish or something.  So we hooped and yelled until he finally wandered off into the brush.   

Then in the wee hours of the night, the Ker-Plunk sound started on the side of the lake we were camped on, and entirely too close for comfort.
 
The Ker-plunking slowly moved down the lake, then the sound of something loudly pushing through the brush.

The next morning was too windy for Newbie’s to be on the water, so we decided to explore the hill behind camp.   We walked within 30 yards of an enormous bull moose that was bedded down and when it stood up and pushed it’s rack through the brush it scared and delighted both of us.

Based on the tracks we found at waters edge and up a small drainage, that was the Ker-Plunking we had been afraid of all night.

MB