The first moose was a big bull. It stepped onto the road a hundred yards in front of my car and began to saunter across, without consideration of my need to decelerate quickly. Starksboro resident Rich Warren and I were driving Maine Highway 26 through Grafton Notch north toward the Magalloway River. Over the next 45 minutes he and I would see nine more moose. Most were yearlings — the moose equivalent of teenagers likely just kicked out of home so that mom could make way for a new arrival.