A Spring blizzard brought a large herd of elk out of the mountains and to our pasture in search of hay. All but the bull hovered in one corner. The bull elk and one of our horses made their way slowly towards each other and when they stopped, they had a "stare down." All I could think of was that perhaps our horse was the intruder, not the elk. They stood for a long while, and finally, the great bull turned very slowly and walked back to his herd and ushered them back over the fence.