Sunday, May 14, 2006
Stampede!
As I've mentioned before, there's a small buffalo herd located about five miles from Thornton, Texas, where Judy's mother lives. Since we were going to visit Judy's mom yesterday, we naturally drove by to see if the buffalo were in sight. The sky was clear and the sun was hot, so we figured they'd be back in the trees. But we got lucky. Just as we reached the top of the hill, I saw a pickup driving along the fence line. There was a guy sitting on the open tailgate, and he was opening a sack of cattle cubes. The driver of the pick-up honked his horn, and the buffalo came charging out of the trees and across the meadow on the dead run. Those guys are pretty impressive when they're running around in a movie, and they're even more impressive in person. I wish I'd had a video camera. Of course they all stopped as soon as they got to the cubes and started to chow down, so the stampede didn't last long. It was fun for a few seconds, though.
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And you without your big Sharps .50 calber rifle. Pity.
In 1961 while visiting some friends at Ft,. Greely, Alaska my mother got trapped in her car inside a herd of buffalo that got spooked. She said she closed her eyes and hit the gas. There were substantial fines for hitting/injuring a buffalo.
Have been in the midst of a herd of about 80 bison at the National Bison Range in Moise, Mt. ( in the car), within a few feet of 8 or 10 bison feeding in the evening at Custer State Park in ND (out of the car) and danced with a young bull who had ideas about who should own a bridge in Yellowstone. It was a two-step. He'd take two steps forward and I'd take two steps back. They are wondrous creatures. Once a friend and I walked a boardwalk between buffalo on either side on our way to a small geyser in Yellowstone. They didn't lift an eyebrow. Thank goodness.
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