Wife and I were both riding our motorcycles thru Yellowstone. Came to a buffalo strolling down the road, drop off on one side, uphill on the other.....he was taking the easy path and in no hurry to go anywhere. We waited and watched awhile.....and were left with no choice but to go around him. I went 1st, got up a little speed and then just coasted by......wife came next. He just sorta rolled his head as I went by 8-10' away and looked at me with those BIG eyes!!!!I like the last shot. That's the last thing you see and remember when you get too close to a bison who doesn't want his photo taken. I was fishing in the Firehole River in Yellowstone one time at sundown and the fog dropped in. I had to find my way back to my rig in foggy semi-darkness through a herd of bison who decided to bed down between me and my truck. That was intense.
No harm, no foul......coulda turned out much worse!!!
Makes for a helluva memory though!