Originally posted by Trev33What make of jeep was it?
Nothing exciting or potentially dangerous, just running from a heard of elephants who suddenly changed their direction and being less than a metre away from a rhinos head as my jeep stopped to see if it could... spot any rhinos.
Originally posted by FMFBack-stroked into a large Portugese-Man-of-War while in South of France. Struggling back to beach swam into a swarm of little ones.
Have you had any close calls or unusual interactions with wild animals?
That hurt!
Still got scars on both wrists and upper arm & back (35 years later).
Originally posted by FMFA few years ago we were on vacation in Florida and visited a nature trail on a lake. At one point we crossed a walking bridge to a little island. We looked around and headed back to the bridge, only to see a very large gator under it. We had no other way back, but the bridge and possibly swimming. Possibly.
Have you had any close calls or unusual interactions with wild animals?
The gator only had to stroll out and we'd be trapped.
I guess it wasn't hungry.
Originally posted by FMFHaving waded out into the delicious blue water spread out before the beautiful forest-fringed deserted beach on the west coast of Irian Jaya about 15 km out of the town where I lived, I was circled several times by what was perhaps an adolescent shark [?] ~ maybe 1.5 m long ~ keeping about 2 m distance from me, before it cruised off towards deeper water. I spent the rest of my solitary sojourn sitting under a palm tree.
Have you had any close calls or unusual interactions with wild animals?
I was once on a hack with about four or five other teenagers. A girl who had got me slightly tongue tied was up ahead about 30 metres when she fell off her horse for some reason. Wanting to show my gallantry, I urged my steed into quicker motion with a squeeze of both heels. I'd help her in her moment of need and it would give an angle on her thereafter. Unfortunately the horse simply went directly to gallop, not lingering at trot or canter at all, and as I hung on grimly, we sped past the fallen girl ~ rescue mission cancelled ~ and then did one hurtling lap of a huge ploughed field, rounding off the corners, maybe 400 metres in all, not one of which was even remotely under my control. My horse finally arrived back with the group where it slowed down and resumed walking. "Why did you do that?" someone asked.