I’m now imagining being in the woods at night with a headlamp on. An elk, head down, charging me with its rack pointed at my chest and glowing like its fresh from the flames of hell.
I’m not ruling that out as a way I might like to die one day.
They’re not painting elk. They’re painting reindeer. They’re always just chilling on the roads in Lapland.
They’re semi domesticated, so a bit different to handle than wild elk, especially the ones like in America, which are bigger than ours. We do have moose though, but no-one tried to paint them, lol.
Scary enough to stumble on one in the deep woods at 3AM. One of the only times I nearly drew my gun was seeing a triangular face staring at me from 15’. Had seen a Florida Panther the year before and my dumb ass thought that’s what it was.
I’m now imagining being in the woods at night with a headlamp on. An elk, head down, charging me with its rack pointed at my chest and glowing like its fresh from the flames of hell.
I’m not ruling that out as a way I might like to die one day.
Deer god! That’s a scary thought
I almost successfully read that to the tune of Shia Lebeouf
Origin of religion right there.
And what a glorious death that would be
Besides the screaming.
…and the shit in your pants.
They’re not painting elk. They’re painting reindeer. They’re always just chilling on the roads in Lapland.
They’re semi domesticated, so a bit different to handle than wild elk, especially the ones like in America, which are bigger than ours. We do have moose though, but no-one tried to paint them, lol.
Scary enough to stumble on one in the deep woods at 3AM. One of the only times I nearly drew my gun was seeing a triangular face staring at me from 15’. Had seen a Florida Panther the year before and my dumb ass thought that’s what it was.