
Originally Posted by
Bill Morrison
Dave:
I had a similar experience in 1975. Kay and I had spent the day in Yellowstone and saw several moose but kept a safe distance, close to the car taking pictures. That evening we left our cabin just outside the East gate of Yellowstone at dusk to take a short hike into the woods. As we walked along the trail, we heard a tremendous noise on the embankment to the right of the trail. A bull moose was sliding down breaking branches and trying to maintain his footing. He came to a stop on the trail about ten feet in front of us. Problem was there was a rushing mountain stream to the left of the trail and the steep embankment he had just slid down to the right. Both the moose and us were trapped staring at each other. I was sure we were dead. Even at age 24 your life does flash in front of you.
I whispered to Kay to climb the nearest tree. She didn't move...told me later her legs were like jello. After what seemed to be 5 minutes of staring at the moose and seeing his breath as he snorted, he sauntered to the water's edge and began to drink. Kay and I moved very quietly and swiftly by him and ran to our cabin. We collapsed on the bed and probably didn't even say anything for quite a while. Face-to-face encounters with nature can be an incredible experience.
My Dad had an even better story about an encounter with an animal though. In 1954 he was pastoring a church in Hamilton, Ohio. The parsonage had no indoor bathroom. Dad was handy so he constructed a crude shower in the basement. One day he stepped out, naked dripping wet and no towel, looked down and at his feet was the biggest rat he had ever seen looking up at him. He said it was about the most helpless feeling he ever had. He couldn't even stomp the thing.
Fortunately the rat, like my moose, eventually got bored and ran off.
BILL