Poor ol' moose! I wonder if the same ticks will hit the caribou and sheep? 
I recall the dogs back in northern Minnesota got ticks, too, and so did people. My grandma would check all us kids over meticulously at bedtime. She'd call, "Deary, tick!" Gramps would come and carefully remove each one, saying not to leave the head in the skin or it would burrow in, and he'd put them on the barrel stove to fry. It was serious business back then. I was so glad when we moved to Alaska and there were no ticks on the homestead!
I also remember Mom raving about tularemia, seems like she claimed it was spread among rabbits by mosquitoes.