I wish, I could tell you what it really is like, to see the mighty Elk male in the prime of his life, in the breathtaking scenery that Yellowstone Park is, especially when the cool wind ruffles through the dry grass.
The sunshine that makes his fur golden and his shoulders seem even broader. His big body and sturdy trot expresses self assured power and dominance. When he moves his head from left to right with the impressive antlers, I can understand why the shamans from ancient times imitated him to mesmerize their people.
And all of a sudden, he bends his head backwards and his rutting call echoes through the mountains, a prehistoric sound that tells stories of heroics fights, of longing, of the King he is of his harem and his offspring.
Love and Liefs, Johanna