It was a “deer in the headlights” look. But not on this bull moose (moose are the largest members of the deer family) but on me, the photographer as this big guy lumbered across the road directly at me. I was so mesmerized by his approach that I barely heard Moose (my two-legged friend and purported cousin of the four-legged moose) shouting at me to “move!” I kept on shooting. We were in Kincaid Park in Anchorage and had seen so few moose on our visit to Alaska that I guess my brain just didn’t engage as I finally had my target in my viewfinder. Moose (the two-legged one) had to grab my sleeve and yank me to my senses and out of the way. Thankfully, his quick action prevented any disaster but I was embarrassed and chagrinned that I was so complacent about the approach of such a massive wild beast. I should have been more aware and should have remembered that over the years, many Alaskans I have spoken with are more afraid of encountering a moose than a grizzly bear. On more than one occasion when we found moose crossing the road or trail and stopped to photograph them, the Alaskans on the same trail turned and went the opposite direction. Another life lesson for this old broad.