During our short hike on Sunday, we came around a corner and right in the middle of the trail was a moose antler. We tried to let Sprocket think that he found it (we really wish he was an antler finding dog) but he just seemed to think it wasn’t his antler so he just sniffed it then looked at us like, “So? What are you going to do with it?”
We looked and looked for the match to make the set (usually they’re not very far apart) but didn’t have any luck. …other than our luck that left the antler right in the trail of course!