I was charged by a moose... an angry mama moose. It was spring, though. (technically, early summer)
This was about 8 years ago, so spring/early summer of 2010(ish). It was my annual, need to get out of the city into the woods, May long weekend trip. This was at a private campground, with a long, not well maintained trail around the lake the campground was on. In spring or early summer, that trail is a doozy, as due to changing water levels, you can't necessarily take the marked trail, so you'd better know the terrain.
It was still very early in the morning, I had set out at sunrise. The trail at one point about ⅔ the way through steps out into the edges of a massive marsh. As I stepped out to enjoy the scenery, there was a moose in the marsh, who was very clearly aware of me. I snapped some pictures, loitered for a bit, and headed off.
Almost immediately, I heard what I can only describe as an infant animal wailing. Not a second later, I hear from the swamp... kerslosh-kerthump-kersholsh-KERSWOOSH... the sound of that moose, charging through the swamp at me, with its calf still screaming. I ran for my life, off the trail and not thinking about being lost, I just ran, over fallen trees, over rocks, tumbling and falling all the way. I was pretty sure this moose wanted to kill me.
At this point on the trail, you're on a peninsula, surrounded by swamp and marsh on three sides. On the fourth side was the trail, back towards that moose den. The only way out is back past that moose den, or over a perennial beaver dam - which I was expecting to cross, just not with an angry mama moose at my back. (or I suppose you could brave the marsh on the wet side of the dam, or the swamp on the dry side). I'm extremely aware that a moose has the home field advantage over me in a marsh, and that I'll be sinking to my knees most likely, over the muck of this dam, and that I'll be entirely helpless if she decides to come for me. I can't quite describe what the adrenaline did to me. It was surreal. The only comfort I had was knowing that that mother likely wouldn't leave her calf. It took me several hours to be "normal" again.
The sounds of that moose breaking onto shore and looking for me still resonate. I was afraid of bears before that. Now, I'm afraid of moose.
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