They call me Wapiti or Cervus Elaphus but you can just call me Bull. Momma raised me in these peaks and valleys - and I owe it all to her - showing me places to graze - taking me to trumpet lessons - guiding me to the choicest watering holes.
And now I am a man-elk and have the rack to prove it. Fall is here again and some of the ladies are looking mighty sweet. ( Just last week I saw one making eyes at me) so I gave the rut another go. It worked out a bunch better than last year when I left half my head gear lying in pieces on the grass. but life is good this year as you can see from all these ladies standing by.
Now let me slip a friendly tip just from me to you. If me or one of the other guys have that look in our eyes and seem perturbed or fidgety. Don't mess with us! Never forget we outweigh you five to one and can book along at 35 miles per.
The same goes for the ladies when the babies come in spring. They love their own like you love yours and will abide no wrong to come their way.
Mostly your folks and mine get along fine amidst the hills, lakes and other critters so let's share our common miracles in thanksgiving, peace and harmony.
Robert Charles Howard *Estes Park, October 1, 2016