Okay, so here's a good story:
Back in October, I was making my last hike out of the backcountry, and taking a route that I've never taken. A few miles to go, I hear a couple rifle shots and can tell that it was relatively close. Keep hiking. A little while later, here comes a saddled paint horse running flat out towards me. I'm on a horse trail after all, so he's got something to follow. When he sees me he hits the brakes and begins to settle down. No rider though and we're a long ways from anywhere. So I figure that if he won't try and bite me, I'll grab him and lead him out, not knowing what I should do with him afterward. By the time I get down to him, he's grazing and copacetic, so I take his reigns and we start out. A mile or more back out that horse trail we go, before... here comes a huffing/puffing hunter trying to maintain a fast pace. He was extremely glad to see me and thanks me over and over. I simply tell him that, "I've got a horse for sale".
Turns out that he had just killed a little bull elk between me and the trailhead. He dismounted to take a finishing shot and when he turned to get his horse, his rifle barrel hit the paint in the face... and off he went.
I helped him dress out that bull, and he promised me a quarter for my trouble, but I declined and headed out with nothing but the story. Dang it; if I had only been a little quicker on the foot, I'd have been in that spot where that little bull flushed out.