This youngster was a part of the herd of this bull. I was lying on the wet and cold ground alternately photographing the two, the bull in his prime and the calf with his future before him. Part of the fun in photographing young animals lies in the cuteness of the little creatures, but I also like the mystery of where their life is headed. This one has survived it’s first summer and now will face its first winter.
If it survives into adulthood, it may not live quite as long as elk in other parts of the park. A ranger had stopped by and mentioned that he had participated in studies of wolf kills in the area, and one finding was that because of the high fluoride content of the water in this drainage, the bones of the adult elk were more brittle than normal. A broken leg is a death sentence in the wild.
I took these pictures literally at the end of my trip to Wyoming in the fall of 2006 — it was time to pack up the cameras and start the trip home to Oregon right after these pictures were taken. A beautiful end to a beautiful trip.




