fuck the furry shit for a minute, real moose talk coming up.
At my grandfather's cabin in southern Norway we had this mudpit below our property and it was surrounded by apple trees and all the god damn time moose would roll up and start eating apples, not giving a fuck if they were old, this lead to a whole heap-load of moose being drunk out their mind and wandering into the mudpit, getting stuck and eventually drowning. So the sheriff told us that if we saw that happening we should just shoot the moose instead of trying to drag it out/call someone to drag it out because of the terrain.
And also, not to bag on poor little Hans Jørgen, but Mr. Moose don't really get all up in your shit when you tick him off. He's just trying to scare you away.