That reminds me of a funny situation in 1990. I was hunting with a friend up near Northport Washington. We were sleeping in my buddy's pickup (he'd built a sleeper cabin for the back and I took the bench in the cab). Being a tall fellow, I wasn't able to stretch out too well, so I propped up against the driver side door and tried to catch some winks. About 2 in the morning, I awoke to the sound of whooshing outside the passenger side of the truck. Opening my tired lids, I tried to focus on what was making the noise, and was quite startled to see a huge head with big black eyes and clouds of steam bellowing at the window; those eyes staring at me. As my mind violently snapped into reality, it took about 5 seconds of holding my breath while waiting for my heartbeat to return before I realized the face staring in at me from the cold black night was bovine in nature.

Apparently about the time reality caught up to me, the cow face must've decided that the truck did not smell like sweet meadow grass and so he moved on. The adrenalin induced expletives that flowed forth as my farewell to my nocturnal visitor caused my buddy to join in with a few of his own for waking him from sound slumber. Needless to say, the next morning was not one of my more memorable hunting events.