Morning #1...no sign of anything; that night we made another trip but saw only two other vehicles with people who had the same goal of seeing the elk. Morning #2...just as we neared the end of the road, we saw them, but it was barely light and they ran back across the road, jumping a fence to get to the canyon. Morning #3...we missed our alarm and left about 15 minutes later. Perfect! Ten bulls were in the same field as the morning before, but there was more light, and I urged my husband to drive farther to prevent the animals from doubling back across the road to the canyon. When the elk did move, we also moved slowly and were able to enjoy watching them for 10-15 minutes, while I worked my camera. The results were spotty because I need to read up on low-light wildlife photography. But I ended up with some images that are once-in-a-lifetime. I can cross that off my bucket list!
I didn't even notice the background in this image until I pulled it up on the computer.
The Big Bull ...the largest I, and many others, have seen in a lifetime.