Cottage-cation: Elk Edition

We went to an Amber Elk Ranch in Ludington again.  This time we waited until the weekend, and we took the whole family.  We knew what we were in for, but they didn't.  My parents were in the back of the tour wagon, and I could see right away they were kinda in shock when they saw the elk approach the wagon. 
After a couple stops, I thought they had the hang of it; we even fed some elk, but then we went to go see the mamas and their babies.  One of our tour guides stayed outside the gate because he had to do some watering, but then he didn't join us because "If you get between a mama and her baby she'll stomp you." 
Nice.  Well, not shortly after that an elk starts walking up the back steps of the wagon.  There was a large bucket of food by our feet.  My family FREAKED OUT.  We didn't simply because we had done this before, and the same thing happened on our last tour.  I heard a stressed voice from the back yell, "Mam!  Mam!  He's coming up here.  Mam!  Mam!"
Everyone panicked. I tried to push the elk back off the wagon, but then my family yelled at me because I was holding Tilden.
The young lady giving our tour calmly walked to the back of the wagon and gently touched the elk, and she backed off the wagon.
Oh.  Nice.  My dad says, "Well, I didn't realize it was that easy."
My mom then says, "We're sorry mam.  We're from the city."

Yup!  That's my family, and this is story I'll laugh at for many more years to come.