I wasn't up Bountiful Canyon. I was camped solo in Big Cottonwood when a bull moose woke me up when he laid down next to my tent this morning at 4:00 AM. I slowly zipped the tent door open enough to where I could keep an eye on him in the moonlight while I quietly got my boots on and got ready to run out the door on the opposite side of the tent if he got aggressive. He grunted for a while, then got up, circled the tent, thrashed some branches with his antlers, then headed off down the hill 30 minutes after he woke me up. I grabbed my bow and headed up the hill the opposite direction as soon as I couldn't hear him any more. Every twig snapping in the dark after that made me jump until it was finally light.