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Driving to the house a couple of days ago, the afternoon sun waning. I sense movement outside my truck window to the right…… I’m on a two lane country road, to the left, east, a large field….. the Rockies looming tall with now snow topped peaks…. to the right, west, thick woods. The Douglas Firs, the Spruce, all green…. The Larch, turning golden, their needles ready to drop…… Out of the corner of my eye I see movement, just to the right of me…. Looking over I see a galloping herd….. like about twenty… horses… no wait! Elk…… If you have never seen twenty or so Elk at a dead gallop, it is a site to see. These are large critters, no Bambi stuff here…… so I slow, watching this majestic sight. Amazingly they slow also….. and stop, as I did….. They wanted across the road I was on. They all crossed about ten feet in front of my hood. A bunch of cows, some young bucs probably, and at the back of the herd, King Bull…… majestic rack, a hunters dream. He must have known I wasn’t one, because he stopped and turned back to look at me, like, maybe next time buddy…… It is hunting season, and I thought of all the hunters who dream of finding such a bull….. and I hope they don’t……