I read that story this morning. Poor guy ๐ with all the ignorance that happens during tourist tossing season, the guy that tried to mind his own business becomes the new meme.
Growing up one of our neighbors raised bison on their ranch. Sometimes they would escape, and you would look out of front window and see them roaming the prairie.
I don't think most people appreciate the scale of a full grown bull bison ๐ The neighbour had corrals with railway tie fence posts. Bison could walk through it if so inclined.
I grew up next to bison too... 2 small operations with 10-20 head each. At one of them, the guy spoiled his beasts. You could feed them and pet them but if you touched their heads they'd instinctually ram the fence. It was super scary. I remember once, I must have been about 5 years old, I was feeding his biggest bull some grass and he wrapped his tongue around my arm. It went all the way up to my shoulder. I freaked out and climbed up on my dad's back so fast that he still makes fun of me for it to this day. ๐
Yeah they are like monsters ๐ I grew up around cattle & horses at our place, but bison were the next notch on the scale.
I felt the same when I lived in the Cypress Hills about moose. I wasn't worried about mountain lions or coyotes, but I'd go the long way if a moose was in a back alley.
I still get a little uncomfortable over coyotes, probably irrationally. There's huge packs running around the area where I walk daily. I'm sort of a tiny person so hypothetical scenerios run through my mind when I'm out walking and I hear them yipping and howling like maniacs. ๐
Understandable. I'm always cautious with Mosha near the edge of the river coulees, coyotes will hang around in them. I think I'm big enough to look like a bad choice for a snack, but Mosha is pretty slow & defenseless ๐