Some years back, we went white water rafting up in northern Maine.
They put us on a school bus, and took us upriver about 10-20 miles IIRC, so as we approached the jumping off point, there was an ENORMOUS bull moose standing right on the side of the road. The driver slowed down, and we thought he was just giving us all a good view until we saw a guy standing about 10 feet away from this moose.
It was one of the biggest four legged creatures I had ever seen, with a huge set of antlers, a dumb look on its face, chewing something as it regarded the guy.
We heard the bus driver hiss in a low voice at the guy with the camera “Get away from that moose, you dumb ass!”
Afterwards, he said “Did you see how bored, placid and stupid that moose looked, just chewing? They change from that dumb, placid animal to enraged, human stomping killer in a split second with no warning if the mood suits them. Especially during rutting season!”
He said besides people simply hitting them and getting killed when their car is demolished because it takes out the legs and the moose simply crushes the car, people are occasionally mauled and stomped to death by walking up to them to take pictures.
When I was stationed in Anchorage, we had moose come through our yard all the time—their heads were level with our second-story balcony.
A friend of ours lived in the Chugiak Range and had a cow that was foraging in her driveway for hours. She got mad because she was late for an appointment, so she went outside, yelling and stomping her foot. Needless to say, she was dang lucky the driveway was long—she barely made it back inside when the enraged animal charged.
There were a few people every year killed by them. Moose have no fear.