This happened to me several years ago while I was making a cow moose call hoping to draw in a bull. A big roar came out of the swamp that I was sitting on the edge of. Scared the crap out of me, I had no idea what it was. I slowly, quietly walked out of that area until I found another skid trail to walk down.
When I got back to town at the end of the day, I went to see an old trapper I knew, telling him about the roar. He said that when I cow called, a cow moose that was with a bull answered me warning me off. The roar was her warning.
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