Last spring a moose charged me out of nowhere, then followed me through the woods, off trail and in deep snow, and charged me again. Each time I fell on my face in the deep snow and had to pick myself up and try to get behind cover. In my memory, I was moving excruciatingly slow. In reality I think I was moving as fast as I've ever moved in my life. It was almost like I was standing outside myself, observing and telling myself what to do.