I was running, jumping and ducking to get into a position to take pictures of a moose crossing the river, but I was too late. The male had crossed and had moved into the forest on the other side, as it ate I grabbed few pictures. While I watched and took its pictures, something was moving on my side of the river, not too far away. It was another but smaller bull, thinking it was going to also cross the river, I positioned myself for the crossing. Few minutes later the younger bull started to cross, the long legs came in handy to reach the other side.