The poor animal slammed into the front quarter panel and rolled into the driver's door and slid down the side of the truck. Leaving a huge bloody streak down the side of my white SUV. I went back to look for it (I am not sure why, I don't know exactly what I would do with a seven hundred pound injured elk. How would one go about putting it out of its misery without a gun? but I went back and it was gone, nowhere to be found, blood all over the side of the truck not a drop on the road) Luckily I had taken out insurance on my rental truck, which I never do. I like to think that it was merely a flesh wound and the elk ran away relatively unharmed. I guess I am a dreamer.
Grand Canyon, Arizona.