Then I saw it.; it was huge! No wonder everyone was slowing down. I have not seen anything like it, so close, and with such a rack! It took my breath away, for a moment. That elk was huge! As we opened our window, as any good local does, he called out. It was just as if we were on a National Geographic special, "When elk meet the road, and the reaction to man".
The elk slowly strutted down the middle of the highway; even if you weren't going to stop, you had to. Oh, wait, maybe not. That car looks like it is going to keep... nope it stopped too. A little too close to the elk (I named him Brad). Brad leaned away from the car then took one step in towards the car. He lowered his head, which contains a serious set of antlers, and threatened the car. It was way cool; mostly because it wasn't my car being challenged! It looked like Brad would have left his mark on that car, more so puncture holes in the hood of the vehicle. The car backed up a bit. Brad stood up. Held his head high. Slowly going about HIS business, at HIS pace, as HE pleased. He casually, and very in control of each movement he made, walked across the road and into the trees. By Brad...
During the rut bull elk are not in a good mood, as the small car quickly found out. They have something to prove, to the other males and all of the females, and is doing things his way, as the presence of people does not effect Brad's behaviour any more- if it ever did.
One sentence sums up Brad's (and all other bull elk in the fall) attitude...
"I dare you..."
I recommend that you don't take him up on this dare... but what ever floats your boat... good luck!