A few years ago my hunting partner and I were siting in his house talking about our just finished moose hunt. We were looking at maps of the area and planning next years trip. Chuck heard something outside and went to the living room window to investigate. Chucks wife had hung a bird feeder in a tree out in the front of the house. A young bull moose was hitting the feeder with his rack, and parts were beginning to fly off the feeder. Chuck yelled a bunch of obscenities and started pecking on the window glass.
I guess the little bull saw his reflection in the window and charged, any way he came right through the window, knocking Chuck down. With venetian blinds hanging from his antlers, he charged around the living room, knocking over the sofa, recliner, several tables, and headed toward the dinning room where I was. I dove across the counter into the kitchen. The moose was running blind due to the blinds on his antlers covering his head. He ran into the dinning room table knocking it into the wall, crushed several chairs, and hit the counter. Somehow his head got lower than the counter and he lifted the counter up separating it from the cabinet, and sending it into the kitchen. The counter top knocked me to the floor, where I stayed, figuring at least it was some protection if he came into the kitchen.
Meantime Chuck had gotten out from under the sofa, and came into the dinning room yelling and cussing. The moose spun around hitting Chuck with it's rear end, knocking him through a window to the outside. Chuck picked up a lawn chair and threw it through the window hitting the moose and causing it to run back into the living room.
I decided to get out of there and sliding out from under the countertop I ran for the hallway. Just as I got to the hallway the bull turned and started that way also. I panicked and screamed, not sure what I screamed, but boy I let her rip. Anyway it must have spooked the bull, cause he turned, ran across the living room, and jumped out the window. As he went through the window, Chuck running along the outside of the house, to see what was going on in the living room got knocked down again. Chuck yelled, calling the bull some ripe names, as he scrambled to get out of the way of flying hooves.
Seeing the moose jump through the window I followed in that direction, then heard Chuck yelling. Thinking he would scare the bull back into the house I turned and ran through the bed room door. Problem there was I did not open it first, I literally ran through the (hollow core) closed bed room door. Actually when my shoulder hit the door, my shoulder with 250 lbs behind it busted a hole through the door. The broken door flexed enough it flew open, splitting down the middle. Amazing what adrenalin will do. Chuck came in cussing up a storm. I peeked out through the shattered door asking if it was safe Chuck came down the hallway and saw the door, realizing I had ran through it. He started laughing, as did I. I guess that was how we handled the relief of the stress. We both sat in the hallway floor laughing. Just then the door opened and Chuck's wife came in wanting to know what that moose was doing running down the street with a set of blinds hanging from his antlers. Chuck and I just sat there and laughed, even after she found the damage in the living room and dinning room.
After we cleaned up the damage, and boarded up the broken windows for the night, still laughing, Chucks wife said if we did not stop she was going to have us both committed. Chuck and I thought that would be a safer place than there with her, especially if the moose came back. Chuck's wife said she would never leave us home alone again.
Advise: Never tap on a window if anything is outside, it could be fatal.
