My daughter and I found ourselves surrounded by Bison in the
Teddy Roosevelt National Park in North Dakota, when the old bull was challenged by the young bull for dominance of the herd.
We rolled down the back window of the Tundra, climbed into the bed and watched from about 100 feet away as the two fought for 30 minutes kicking up dust in the setting sun.
After the young bull forced the old guy to slink off in defeat, he trotted over to my truck stuck his nose into the bed where we had hit the deck, and grunted for about 2 minutes like he was going to flip the truck over to get at us.
But he didn’t.
That scene is emblazoned on my memory!
You seem to have a real way with animals.
A few years back while driving through Eastern Washington wheat country, the traffic came to a stop. There was a bull moose grazing his way towards the wooded stream. It was several hundred yards away. Everyone had got out of their cars to take pictures and so did I. But I was standing next to some moron who looked over to me and said lets go get closer.
I told him hell no, those things will charge you and can kill you.
If your lucky, they will only bite your sister!
A few seconds later, a bison was strolling towards us on the other side of the road. He passed by us within a few feet of my car.
After the bison passed, I heard my grandson say, “Opa, I’m not bored anymore.”