I had a traumatic event six years ago, I was not physically injured, but it gave me a taste of what PTSD is, as for months, I had a little super slow motion, full color video playing in my head every time my time was not occupied with something.
I thought about this poor hunter who was attacked by this moose he was hunting, and I wondered what that experience must be like for him.
That big damn moose face with the flaring nostrils and malignant eyes full of malice right before it gores you and stamps you into the ground. Makes me shudder.
Can’t see a moose being malicious.
I had a similar thing happen when my dad died.