I went out biking in the afternoon as a storm was approaching from the west, and once it was over the Snowies and approaching the valley proper, it sent out curved horns of advance rain far off to both sides--in a typical Zulu attack formation, and once the two horns curved completely around and met up, I was entrapped, with the main body advancing from the west.
However, my situation wasn't immediately dire as 1) it wasn't raining yet right where it was, plus 2) no lightning, plus 3) I had my own plan. And my plan was to lure the main body into close proximity, and then hightail it for home at top speed, hopefully getting back just before the main assault began. This would ensure an ample amount of rainfall (hopefully) ending up in my yard, and that's how you take advantage of a Zulu rainstorm attack.
It worked to perfection--this time! Ha! However I can recount many other times when they were total fails.
Once the rains petered off to a mild drizzle, I headed out to go running at Happy Jack. It was quite late, so I thought I might have the trails to myself, but there was one car for a mountain biker in the parking lot.
I had checked the weather radar before leaving home, and I really had expected to maybe get started more or less dry, but to get soaked by one or more passing clouds sooner or later, and so I dressed accordingly in some clothes that would be fine for running while wet, and which could use the washing anyway. I figured it could be good training for Scottish running conditions.
In fact, besides a very few drops just as I was starting out, it never did rain again--it just threatened the whole time.
Running along mindlessly and enjoying not getting soaked in cold rain, things came to a screeching halt at one point when I noticed a dark object up ahead, blocking the trail where the trail ran through a small grove of short, young aspen trees. Cow? Darth Vader? Cloak of Death?
No. It was a bull moose. A very large bull moose with very large antlers still in velvet, and therefore still growing. It looked at me very nonchalantly, and then went back to munching some aspen. It was cool just watching it for a bit, and then I noticed there were too many legs for a bull moose--it was not one bull moose but two, standing side by side, and the second moose had an even larger set of antlers in velvet. I watched for a little while longer but it got to the point where I was ready to continue, and I really wanted to continue along the trail, which presented an obvious problem. I thought that maybe if I moved a little closer they would just pick up and vacate, but they didn't, and now I was starting to feel like I was a little uncomfortably close--I don't know, 45' or so away from them. And there wasn't anything really good I could jump behind right where I was, just in case. Then I could see they had raised their hackles, which is not the way moose show they are just being friendly.
So I backed off slowly, left the trail, and made a big loop around them through the woods, and that was that.
It's so random--just a week or so ago I had remarked to a friend that I hadn't seen a moose in weeks, and in the past several days I've seen three, including the two biggest I've ever seen locally!