Don't know about Moose as not too many in Texas when I was growing up.... but my mom used to tell a story about my dad and a pair of half broke mules that he used to pull his wagon... When I was born, my dad was a share cropper and didn't own his own teams... to have a team to work the farms, he would take a pair of young wild mules and break them to work, then give them back to the owner and take another pair for the next season... he had a young team hitched to the wagon and was taking my mother and two kids, about 6 months (me) and my sister about 2 1/2, to see mom's parents... a journey of just over 12 miles.... he had my grandfather's big mule tied along side the youngster as a "steady"... somewhere shortly after they got on the main road, the young mules took the bits in their mount and started to run... dad couldn't hold them back, so mom said he stood up in the wagon, told her to hang on..(and to two babies) and used the ends of the lines (reins) and started whipping the mules into a full run... that was the shortest trip to Granddad's house they ever made... those mules were totally shot when they got there, but they walked home like they were supposed to.