Several years ago while camping at Rocky Mountain National Park I was awakened when the tent started to shake severely. The shaking was rather violent then it stopped...then started again. I glanced over at Bunny who was still sound asleep. I whispered to her "Sweetie, we got trouble." I almost asked her if she wanted to go check out what was attacking our tent but I knew this was no time for humor. In my mind it was either a bear or someone messing with us...and I didn't know anyone in Colorado at the time.
I briefly told her that if it was a bear and I had to go out with it for her to wait until I had it distracted to make for the truck unlock the doors lay on the horn and get the truck to me...to make as much noise as possible to get someone to help us and to run over whatever she had to with the truck to get to me.
I was weaponless but I was intent on saving her even if it meant my own life. I had ideas about using the tent and picknic table as cover to hopefully minimize a mauling if it came down to it. I thought maybe I could flip the rain fly over the bear to confuse him long enough to get to safety after Bunny escaped...if not I could dodge under and around the picknic table...if I could not scare it away otherwise.
I took a breath and thought for a moment, "This could be it right here...I might be about to die." I knew I bear proofed religously and if it was coming into the tent it was after us because there was nothing else to attract a bear. I unzipped the tent enough to peak out and was stunned as I was face to nose with a 5x5 bull elk....a distance of about six inches. The elk had grabbed the tent by the pole area and was trying to snatch it or at least the snatch the rainfly away.
When I got over the fact that a 700lb animal was six inches from my nose I breathed a sigh of relief. "GOOD MORNING!!!" I said loudly as I unzipped and emerged driving him off a little ways. I think he was little unnerved and surprised when I stood up from within his new found play toy. Bunny got out of the tent and I grabbed the camera. We moved away and the elk came back and grabbed the tent long enough for me to photograph it. I moved in and shooed him away. We were at Timber Creek Campground. There were about twenty elk moving through the area. Our mischievious elk snagged someone's parka off of a makeshift clothesline and drug it a little ways away before he became bored with it.
Here are the pics