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September 21: Driving along the Moose-Wilson Road in the Tetons, I was frustrated about the lack of wildlife and thought, "the last few years I've probably seen more Wilsons along this road than I have moose!" Two minutes later, I came across... you guessed it: a moose. It was a nice-looking bull, but he didn't linger close to the road. Crossing in front of my car, he headed out toward the next road around the bend. So I hustled over there, but just missed him as he crossed and headed toward yet another road in the distance. One last time, I arrived too late to see him cross and seemed resigned to getting nothing but moose butt shots. With no more roads to drive down, I was a bit fed up, so I took off after him on foot. The lingering fog from that morning hadn't yet burned off, and I saw the potential to combine a hazy background and fleeing moose into a nice shot. I jogged out into the field, shadowing the moose in a parallel path from a good 50-100 yards away. There was only time to fire off a few shots before he moved out of the frame, so I had to stop, shoot and keep moving. The results were some extremely tough exposures, but with a little post-processing a mystical scene emerged, looking almost like a painting.
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