|Cow elk among the Asters.|
After a month of making weekly trips to the elk range to photograph the rut, I found myself a bit burned out and contemplating giving it a rest for a few weeks. The pull of fall in the PA mountains turned out to be too strong however and I found myself back in elk country with camera in hand.
|Bull among the pines.|
The fall colors are really coming on in some areas but it looks as if it's going to be one of those years where it is spotty. My last trip up found me in familiar haunts and most of the bulls I saw were ones I had already photographed the month prior. I spent the last few ours of the evening observing a young bull with a decent sized harem. There was a larger bull with a nice harem of his own not far from this location and they bugled back and forth quite a bit but as the sun became low on the horizon it turned quiet for the most part.
|Announcing his arrival.|
This young bull was pretty serious about keeping these cows together and more than once a few tried to head off to parts unknown but were herded back each time. Most of the cows seemed ready to leave this nonsense behind but he would have none of it and it was comical to watch.
|Young bull in full rut mode.|
As the light began to fade, I worked my way over to one of my favorite spots and sat down and watched the show. It was then that I noticed two young bulls feeding in a meadow on the opposite hill. They showed no interest in the goings on over here and seemed content to just eat and rest. The last few rays of the setting sun lit up the aspens around the meadow and here and there the red and orange leaves of maple added another splash of color. It was a beautiful sight and a beautiful evening, so much so that I sat and watched it all until it was nearly dark. These are the moments that keep me coming back.
|An autumn meadow.|