We met a guy before our hike into the Redwood National Park that told us of a bull elk that nearly charged him, as they are inclined to do during their fall mating season. In the afternoon of our second day in the park, when we got back to our tent, we saw a monster bearing the likeness of such said elk.
Lisa and I yelped, waved branches, and made a grassblade whistle to scare them with our human presence, but they reacted with perfect nonchalance. I even made my best lion sounds, but they were probably not hip to the savanna tunes I was broadcasting them. We tied a blue fleece to the top of a fishing pole and waved it like it was a resident of pluto, but these malicious looking kings of the forest just kept masticating. The large blackberry bush behind our tent, the blackberry-laden bear poop found nearby, combined with our resident sexually-charged elks made us sleep uneasy that night. Needless to say, we did make a large fire that night (after drying off the only lighter we brought, which caused some additional anxiety).
