I have a confession to make. I have never seen a moose. Ever. It’s kind of embarrassing really. What can be more iconic than images of moose and Mounties? Not only was I born in Canada, but as a child, I spent all my summers in the Ontario north, home of the moose. In the car, my family and I would pass all the highway signs warning of the dangers of colliding with moose. I became the designated family moose patrol. I spent hours looking out the car window for moose to avoid. Never, ever saw one. In my twenties, I went tent camping. I chose parks noted for their abundant moose – Algonguin Provincial Park, Neys Provincial Park, Lake Superior Provincial Park, Killarney Provincial Park and Sleeping Giant Provincial Park. I canoed and hiked with binoculars at the ready. Never, ever saw a moose. Last summer, I took a roadtrip to New Brunswick, a province noted for its healthy moose population. Enroute, I passed scores of moose warning signs, complete with flashing lights. Never, ever saw a moose.
So, I think I will take back my confession. Really, there is nothing to confess. I am now convinced that, like the Loch Ness Monster in Scotland, the Canadian moose does not exist. There. I said it. I feel a lot better now.