Wednesday, July 31, 2013
For a moment, pretend that you are a big elk.
A big, bull elk.
You are "The" elk.
The elk of all elks.
You are bigger and badder than any other elk.
You have spent the summer growing massive antlers
... and lounging in the mountains
... and swapping stories with the other elk.
Imagine that fall has come.
Hormones begin stirring and hijack your little Elk brain.
You are more charged up than a Middle Schooler in March.
(I taught Middle School for years....
You'll have to trust me on this one!)
You saunter into town,
just looking for a fight.
you see him.
You want him.
This bronze caribou statue on the grounds of The Stanley Hotel was attacked by a bull elk a few years ago. The statue, although toppled over, won the fight. The bull Elk lost an antler and sustained injuries that needed to be treated. Since then, the hotel covers the statue in tarps in the late summer to discourage further attacks. Next week, he goes under wraps for his, and crazed elk protection.
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