While watching the previously reported mama black bear and her cinnamon cubs, I noticed a few bison on top of the nearby ridge top. I was the first one to notice within this very large group and announced it so that everyone could be aware of our new company. Bison can be ornery, unpredictable, and dangerous. These guys were looking to head down the hill generally towards us. I snapped a few shots as they came down the hill at a respectful distance. This guy stopped in place. He seemed to have a lot on his mind and I thought he was just taking in the view and mob scene. After all, he had plodded slowly down the hill and I didn't expect anything different. As I recall, his buddies had already made it down the hill and were in valley just below us. He had other plans. After checking me out, his plan was to come down the hill at full speed towards me. I managed this one last shot below, grabbed my camera and tripod, and screamed "Everyone get out of the way!" The ranger yelled at everyone to get behind cars and the other people near me scurried into their vehicles just in time. At this point, his buddies started very quickly walking back towards him and I thought there would be an incident between at least two bison. We backed away some more and then all was quiet. All of them went back into the valley and grazed.
|Don't mind me. Just coming down the hill here.|
|Hmmmm. What's that?|
|I could go that way.|
|So many choices!|
|I WILL go that way!|
|I feeling a sproing coming on!|
|Time to pee.|