Whirlibird, back before the days of cellphone cameras, I was taking in-laws thru a State park in the car. We went around a blind curve and were right in the middle of a herd of Buffalo (Bison) that were crossing the road. I told them to keep the windows uo but my Father-in-Law rolled his down and patted one on the hump. I was freaking out telling him to get his hand back and roll up the window, and how dangerous it was. The next year, when my Wifes Uncle came up, all he could talk about was that he wanted to pet a buffalo too. He went to his grave still wanting to pet one . Ron S.