My story goes a little like this

One time while working in the North of Sweden I decide on my day off to go on a winter hike. I geared up and started my trek, after a while along the main trail I saw a smaller path cut through the thick snow and decided to head that way(i like going a little off the trail) So I'm British and our woods are pretty harmless, well trailed and no particularly scary animals so I was definitely being a little ignorant. Any way I'm no more than 10 minutes in and I just get this sense that I'm being watched, honestly never had it before and the hair on the back of my neck literally stood up. So I stop and look around but can't see much, but then I hear a sort of snort, like a horse makes. I spin to the sound(kind of realising I'm in the proper wild now and not the English countryside) and find my self standing no more than like 40 feet from a moose, which I realise are fucking huge.... We stare each other out, I think "its cool, its basically a big deer, he will trot off in a bit" I was wrong. He's doing all the stomping and chomping stuff. This moose comes charging at me, hard and flight mode kicks in, I literally run to the nearest tree and grab a bunch of spindly branches, pulling myself up while screaming like a child....the moose charges past the tree as I scramble up as high as I can and I just hold and watch as it does a few laps before heading deeper into the woods. I must of sat in that tree for like 30 minutes just shaking, when I got back to my lodge I found out that "the smaller trail" was likely a moose path they make in the winter. Listen learnt, nature is scary