Some years ago (early 80's) I was camping solo outside of Skowhegan, Maine. Must have been late spring. Anyway, the first morning I get up out of the tent, and the fog is so thick that I can't see past my guy lines. I take a few steps and start watering the ground; nothing unusual, until I stop - but the sound doesn't! I'm still groggy, so it doesn't register in my brain immediately. As my eyes try to focus, a fuzzy outline in the fog becomes clearer - there's a moose perhaps 20 feet from me watering the ground as well! Once I saw the size of his rack (and how high above my head it was), I just backed right up into the tent again. He spent another 15 minutes right there, munching on leaves, before he wandered off.