This article reminds me of an incident that happened to my late Aunt June & Uncle Bill in 2010 (Both are gone to Glory now.), when they lived outside of Cheyenne in WY.
(I preface my comment with the FACT that my Aunt June was WY raised, a cowgirl & about the calmest lady that I’ve ever known.)
My aunt was reading BETTER HOMES & GARDENS in the living room one Fall afternoon in 2010 when she heard a noise in the back of the house.
(Thinking that it was one of the their large dogs bumping into something on the back deck, she paid little attention.)
All of a sudden a large Bull Elk ran through the kitchen , down the hall & into the living room. The elk than crashed through the picture window & departed the scene at a dead run, with 2 of the dogs “hot on his heels”.
(The glass patio doors that were in the back of the house were open at the time.)
Aunt June (later told me that she) said, “Well forever more.”, poured herself another glass of iced tea & then called a glass shop to get the window repaired.
When my Uncle got home from the office, at about 1730, he found Aunt June reading a magazine on the living room couch & inquired, “Dearest, is there anything that you want to tell me about your day?”
(The picture window was replaced by the glass shop, the next morning.)
Country living is frequently “unique” & quite unlike events that happen in urban & suburban areas.
(I heard this story the following night, during our regular weekly phone call.)