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This guy attacked me at Jasper Park Lodge.......
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"When the animal first showed an interest in my hide, I collected all my equipment, got back in my cart and started to move away," says Bradley. "I sped up and down the fairway as fast as the cart would go with my friend trotting alongside about four yards away and making the occasional lunge at me. When I got tired of his little game, we faced off in the middle of the 11th fairway. That's when I decided to take the bull by the horns so to speak, and charge. With Admiral Farragut's famous words in my head ("Damn the torpedoes, full speed ahead!"), I went straight for him. Thankfully he took the low road and I took the high road, which gave me just enough time to get to safety as he chased behind. I escaped with a couple of yards to spare."
The two met again a little while later, this time across a fence. "He recognized me," says Bradley, "and was clearly very angry. The fence was there but I still felt pretty uncomfortable."
Bradley got back to his hotel room at about 7.30 a.m., unscrewed the top of a bottle of 10-year-old Bushmills, which he refers to as "Mother's Milk," and poured himself a generous measure. His wife knew he liked his single malts but was surprised to see her husband drinking so eagerly and so early in the morning. "I described to her what had happened," says Bradley, who still shakes when recounting the story today. "She understood."