When this happened, I only took a few pictures.
Not because shortly thereafter I had to run for my life but you can't outrun a bison which means shortly thereafter I was trampled to death.
Nope! Lucky day, I guess.
I was in my car, driving the park road.
These folks were hanging out right by the edge.
I parked.
Took some shots.
And then, suddenly they were moving. Into the road.
I took one more shot, then put down the camera.
Sure, I could have taken a ton more, gotten some great closeups of bison eyes and bison noses and bison horns and bison fur and bison hooves and bison wieners. I could have stayed behind the lens of that camera and gotten you guys all kinds of cool pictures to look at for ten or so seconds before you hit the upvote and moved on. (We all do it.) Instead, though, I chose to be present. I chose to be present as one of the massive heavies drifted in front of my car and stopped not five feet away. Present as his nostrils puffed and flared. As his tail twitched. Present as this beast as big as my vehicle eyeballed me and my little dog who, by the way, had gone from curious whimpering to silent enrapturement, just as I had.
Big, beautiful animal.
Moments later he began to move again, across the road, into the grass beyond, down the hill, out of sight.
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