Over 20 years ago, just a little northeast of Greenville, Maine, we stopped the car on a narrow road to watch a LARGE male moose, which was at the foot of someone's driveway. We weren't the only ones, so there were cars parked pretty tightly for a couple a hundred feet, narrowing the flow of traffic. Most of us kept a respectful distance - after all, in the lower 48, about the only wild land animal bigger than an adult male moose is yer male bison. Anyway, most of us kept our distance. There was one woman who just had to get close, real close, to take her picture. A rather large woman, not young, wearing Carolina blue shorts - the shorts aren't pertinent to the story, but her size and age wear, as she simply wasn't agile.
I watched with dumbfounded horror as she placed herself directly between a half-a-ton of moose and the line of steady traffic with obstructed sightlines, due to all the parked cars - probably barely 30 feet from each.
The story does have a happy ending - the moose stopped grazing, snurfing near the drive, kinda picked his head up, and gave her a long-suffering "really? REALLY?" look. The lady backed up and sideways a bit, then backed out a bit more.
It was about this time of year, which means rut hadn't started yet. If it had been, oh, September, things might've worked out more unpleasantly.
