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Biologist Steve Mendive, who was working with the Alaskan Wildlife Conservation Center got hurled into a snow-covered fence recently by a 2400 pound bison.  I am very happy that Steve was unhurt by this scary experience but I must confess that I truly understand what that animal was thinking.

I have the exact same issues when I am being examined by doctors.  Actually, I assume everyone else does, too.  Imagine being herded into a shoot (or waiting room) along with dozens of others, forced onto a scale, have a thermometer stuck somewhere, needles jabbed into you, strangers dressed in medical gear staring into your eyes whispering “uh, huh” and your wanting to scream, “What is it, doc.!  What’s wrong with me!”

There have been numerous times I, myself, wanted to rush past some medical type and escape to the place of “no illnesses.”  Thank heavens I don’t weigh 2400 pounds but I think it was a lucky accident that Steve ended up in the snow bank, although he probably saved himself by remembering, as he said, “To avoid the horns.”