When I was in high school, two bull elk got in a knock-down, drag-out in our front yard. Too dark to get any pictures at the time, but I should have taken some of what it did to the yard. Never seen such destruction without a Cat D8. And the action was better than any National Geographic special, 10 feet out the window. LOUD and VIOLENT.
I'm pretty sure they were fighting over the love and affection of Grandma's ceramic deer.