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Some years ago, I went white water rafting up in Northern Maine.

We had to park a good ways away, and a bus picked us up to bring us to the place where we would shove off down the river from.

As we approached the place there was a giant moose, I mean HUGE. Massive antlers, it seemed like its face (not the antlers) came up to my level as I sat in the bus.

There was a woman standing a few feet away from the moose, snapping pictures with her camera, while the moose placidly chewed cud as it blankly regarded her.

The bus driver slowed down the bus and hissed in a low voice out the window “Get away from that moose, you damned idiot!”

He was muttering to himself as he drove away, and said to nobody in general (I have to paraphrase, it has been more than 30 years) “Unbelievable. Those things look like cows with that blank look, but if one gets a hair across their ass, especially in rutting season, those eyes go from cow-like to malignant in a flash and they can stomp you to death in short order!”