I had never seen as many moose on one boat ride as we saw when my dad took us out on a warm July evening. We stopped at Willow where my brother went rodding for a while, but when he didn't have any luck we left. Then dad went into a slough I hadn't been in before. By the looks of the trees, I thought we wouldn't see anything, but while we were driving along my dad saw a bull moose near the water. As we started towards the moose it ran into the trees. We idled into a little dead end slough, watching out for the moose we'd seen. Since the slough was a dead end, my dad stopped at the end. There my brother tried again to catch fish, but he didn't have any luck there either. I picked a couple of flowers to bring home. A little later we left that site and went farther into the main slough. My dad stopped when we saw the bull running onto the tundra. While we were watching him, my mom saw another small bull on the other side. My dad and I then started paddling over, trying to be quiet. We got pretty close to it, but it ran up onto the tundra like the other one did. When the moose stopped, my dad started calling, making sort of an "umph" noise with his hands cupped over his mouth. The bull then started coming back towards us. I thought it was pretty cool. The moose watched us for about ten minutes, but finally realized my dad wasn't a moose. After the moose was out of sight we started heading home. Along the way, though, my mom saw a cow and two calves. But when the cow saw us they disappeared into the trees. Then we continued on our way home. We all had fun on that ride because we saw so many moose.