Name That Scat

So, on my many walks, it is impossible to not take note of animal droppings.

As a child I remember going on walks with naturalists with unkempt hair who would excitedly pick up scat and crumble it apart between their fingers to tell you a story of what that animal had eaten. This was perfectly ok, of course, because instead of calling it poop they called it scat…you see the difference – not poop – scat. I remember thinking “and I thought I was into nature….”

Now years later I am fascinated by scat – a moose has been through here, maybe a Dall sheep, a horse. See the pictures below for the mother of all scat – I’m going to say that this is bear poop. If not that, then maybe an alien exploded. If anyone should stumble upon this message in the ether of the net, and actually knows what it is, please let me know. I came across it on the road in Denali Park.

Thanks.