In 1986, Dan Harrison was on holiday in Kenya after graduating from Northwestern University.
On a hike through the bush, he came across a young bull
elephant standing with one leg raised in the air. The
elephant seemed distressed, so Dan approached it very carefully.
He got down on one knee and inspected the elephant's foot and found a large piece of wood deeply embedded in it.
As carefully and as gently as he could, Dan worked the wood out with his hunting knife, after which the
elephant gingerly put down its foot.
The
elephant turned to face the man, and with a rather curious look on its face, stared at him for several tense moments.
Dan stood frozen, thinking of nothing else but being trampled. Eventually the
elephant trumpeted loudly, turned, and walked away.
Dan never forgot that
elephant or the events of that day.
Twenty years later, Dan was walking through the Chicago Zoo with his teenaged son.
As they approached the
elephant enclosure, one of the creatures turned and walked over to near where Dan and his son Dan Jr. were standing.
The large bull
elephant stared at Dan, lifted its front foot off the ground, then put it down. The
elephant did that several times then trumpeted loudly, all the while staring at the man.
Remembering the encounter in 1986, Dan couldn't help wondering if this was the same
elephant.
Dan summoned up his courage, climbed over the railing and made his way into the enclosure. He walked right up to the
elephant and stared back in wonder. The
elephant trumpeted again, wrapped its trunk around one of Dan's legs and slammed him against the railing, killing him instantly .
Probably wasn't the same
elephant.
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