THE BULL MOOSE was shot out of season, and he was so small that I could have carried him on my shoulders to the truck. He literally was skin and bones, so gaunt that his ribs and pelvis suggested he hadn’t eaten in a long time. And while I could have carried him out, there wasn’t a chance that I would have, for if he had one tick stuck in his flesh, he had 50,000. It was tick breeding season, and the parasites latched on the bull and sucked away his life, one drop of blood at a time. Ticks don’t care, and they’ll do the same to you and me—just as they will to our dogs.
Ticks aren’t a new thing—tick-borne diseases aren’t a recent phenomenon. In fact, they…