"A long time ago when my husband John Boots was alive, our kids and the Isaac family and I went out spring camping at Johnson Creek. We were planning to move to the mouth of Johnson Creek that leads into the Johnson River. We started hooking up our dogs to the boat so they could pull it, and when we were ready to go my husband John hollered for the dogs to go. They took off, but we had to walk along side the dogs to keep them going in the right direction. As we were walking the dogs came to a sudden halt, and at first, we didn't know what was keeping them from going forward. But when we looked in front of the dogs, we saw a huge bull moose standing there. To me thing's didn't seem quite right because usually the dogs would bark very hard, but they were just laying low. We didn't know what to do because it was not open season and besides, during the spring moose still smell stinky. So we scared the moose away by firing our gun up into the air. When the moose finally ran away we started going again, and we traveled all day until we got to our fish camp. All summer long we never saw another moose or even a black bear until moose hunting season was open."

By: Theresa Boots