All bison are back in the park. Locals say the tribes have been hunting them hard the last few days and pushed them back east. Dang the luck.
Not as cold as it could be, but plenty cold as it is. Covered pretty much every area in the unit by dark. No fresh tracks. Some old stuff. Found one herd about a quarter mile in the park, grazing the wrong direction.
Not much you can do to change that, so break out the camera and take a few pics.
A few bison in the wrong place, going the wrong direction.
Bad Bart, aka Lawnboy, confident that all will work our way.
Critter, always the optimist, assuring me that we will find them.
Gotta love the Mad Bomber hats. I have three of them, just for these occasions.
Brad, having to work while we play.
The last glimpse of the shaggies, as they moved off, further from where we need them to be.
Sun setting on a fun day.
Hoping tomorrow changes the patterns of the bison, or this could just be a televised snowmobile ride.
I told her not to worry, you would have much better back up ,compared to some distant folk that have been there before.
