My former boss, a retired Army sergeant from the sticks (we called him the "great white hunter" in our office) went out with one of his work buddies to hunt deer a few years ago. He'd recently had open heart surgery. He happened onto a moose in a clearing. He didn't want to go through the clearing with the moose there...they have poor vision, but can be aggressive if you get close to them in the wild. So, he waved his arms, jumped up and down, and hollered, hoping to run the moose out of the clearing, but nothing happened. He kicked it up a notch and threw his empty beer can at the moose (yes, I hate to tell you this, but he apparently drank the 6-pack BEFORE hunting).
The moose charged at him and Billy fled, with the moose in close pursuit. He finally made it back to the truck where he sat, heart pounding, hoping he hadn't given himself another heart attack. The moose kept him holed up in the truck for a couple of hours, standing guard right outside his door.
LOL
I can't tell it nearly as well as he did, but suffice it to say that visualizing this incident kept us all in stitches for weeks every time we thought about it. This was also his excuse for not getting a buck that trip.
Catz