Of Bison, and Their Tendency to Block Traffic

Yesterday, Philip and I visited Yellowstone National Park for the first time. We were astounded. Within half an hour of entering the park, we encountered both a small family of elk (which we gladly photographed), and a large herd of bison not fifty feet from the side of the road (which we also photographed). The bison herd was incredible. At least twenty-five adults were all grazing or galloping around, and about ten to fifteen baby bison were standing, walking, or running around like wind-up toys. It was so cool, because they came so close, and in such numbers. When we were coming home, we chanced across that same herd of bison, crossing the road. The babies were so funny, tottering around in front of the stopped cars, acting like they WANTED their picture taken. Anyway, before the day was through, we travelled more miles around Yellowstone than we did getting to Yellowstone from Jackson. Now that shows how into the park we were. We drove 125 miles around only HALF of the park. Today, Philip and I intend to fish to our heart's content, both catching and releasing, and catching and keeping. It's going to be a lot of fun, as we haven't even tried using our gear yet. We spent the better part of two hours in a Bass Pro Shop on the way home from our grandparents, and it's just been sitting and waiting for this occasion. Time to rise to said occasion. I'll write another post today, after we get some results out of our rods and reels. Keep following!