A couple years ago we had a hard winter and a cow moose and 2 calves moved into our round bales. This was fine because she was definitely in need of a hand with that many mouths to feed, even when she chased my horses off their bale so she could eat I was still ok with that. One morning at about 5 am I came walking around the corner of my shop and she was right there not 10 feet away ears pinned and hair standing straight up. I had nowhere to go and the only thing that saved me was black dog, he follows me everywhere when I'm outside which was a damn good thing or I would have been nothing more than a red stain in the snowbank. That was when I realized the danger I was putting my grandkids in and decided she had to go. I tried everything to no avail, finally got some blunt arrows and had to shoot her in the chest from 40 yards away before she finally left for good.