We were on a remote road in northern Minnesota, heading toward hockey camp. "Kent, stop the car! It's a moose!" Dad pulled over. Mom quietly got out of the car, angling for the best shot of this moose that was lazing (not grazing) in the ditch. Between us and the moose was a DNR truck. Mom was hunkered down, about to snap another photo, when the DNR officer who had been sitting in his truck this entire time got out and walked around to the back of his truck. He casually proceeded to unspool a length of wire rope from a winch and walked it over to the moose. This was the Eureka moment: the moose was roadkill.
