Story and photography by Jim Clark
Okay, here’s one for you: What did the mama buffalo say to her little boy in the morning when he left to go to school? “Bison!”
I know, corny as all heck, but it’s the only joke I can remember. Besides, bison are my most favorite charismatic megafauna of all time. I can spend hours in Yellowstone’s Hayden or Lamar Valley just watching a herd of bison grazing, rutting, playing, swimming, running, wallowing or whatever; it doesn’t matter.
Bison graze near Slough Creek, Yellowstone National Park, Wyoming. © Jim Clark
Story and photos by Kathy Lichtendahl
© Kathy Lichtendahl
A couple days ago my husband and I were headed home from a meeting in Gardiner, Montana by taking the preferred shortcut through Yellowstone’s Lamar Valley. As we approached the confluence of the Soda and Lamar Rivers, we noticed two young bison standing on a small island in the middle of the rushing water. One of the youngsters plunged into the water in an attempt to cross the Soda and was quickly swept off his feet. A look of panic came over his face as he struggled to turn and regain his place on the island. Luckily for him, he was successful and he and his partner then crossed the wider and slightly safer Lamar to more solid ground. Continue reading