Stories for Sage

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In the Middle of the Herd…
After several days of watching the bison herd at Rocky Mountain Arsenal… Tami and I figured out the best place to take pictures of them as the moved from one spot to another. We parked the car confident that the herd would pass right in front of us.

FYI… Oh my gosh… THEY ARE HUGE… THEY SMELL (they really, really stink… I’m not sure why this surprised me but it did)… and THEY GROWL (they do not moo… they do not grunt)… THEY GROWL!

So, this large herd (of at least 80) very smelly, growling bison are getting close… we are ready… the moon roof is open… cameras are ready and then…

They do not just cross the road in front of us… they are beside us… they are behind us… they are practically on top of us… they are not in a big hurry to move on… they are all just hanging out… one of the big stinky boys tries to put his ginormous head into the open window.

I am in awe… I am sure they are going to tip the car over (how do you explain this to the insurance company?)… I am positive this is NOT safe!… I have taken very few pictures (oops!).

After what seems like hours (10 minutes later)… they are gone… just tiny dots on the horizon.

Based on our reaction to a herd of herbivores (basically – really big cows)… we have come to the conclusion that we would NOT do well on African Safari (I can cross that off my bucket list).