Clearly though I need to work on my "moose spotting" reaction because one of these times I'm going to either give Adam a heart attack, or run us into oncoming traffic.
On our way to dinner this weekend I spotted these two off to our left and instead of going, "Adam look moose! Turn back around at the next pull over so we can stop and get a picture." I went, "MOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOSEEEEEEEE!" While screeching and throwing my hands in the direction of the moose, which just so happened to be directly in front of Adam's line of vision.
He thought we were about to hit one what with the pointing, screaming, and general out of control nature of my reaction. Once he'd regained a normal heartrate we flipped around and I got a snap of the moose. Adam stood silently next to me sulking and attempting to find his pulse.
Clearly I need to work on my delivery.
Or Adam just needs to be a better moose spotter.