I saw a moose out here in the midwest in the middle of a corn field. I always thought moose, like coconuts, were non-migraterating . . .
I saw two otters in the river hunting and taking fish. It was one of the coolest things. It was like watching fish in an aquarium, it had a strangely calming and relaxing feeling to watch them at their effortless and jovial play. I think I spent 30-45 minutes watching them do their thing, but it only felt like a fraction of that time.
In the Salmon river country of Idaho I found an old plane crash site. I was able to report it to the forest service office I was working with at the time and it was confirmed as a lost forest service plane from the 1950-60 time frame.
I agree with Billy's post. I am reminded of the quote about people who fish their whole lives and never realize that its not the fish that they are after.
The more I work inside all year I enjoy the 2 weeks I take a year for elk hunting. I think everybody would think I am crazy if I told them that I back packed and slept on the ground in the wilderness for 2 weeks for my vacation. But when I mention that I am hunting for elk it seems to legitimize it more. Make no mistakes, I certainly have had my share of hunts that ended up "hikeing with a bow" and no harvest but I have had a great experience nonetheless.