Buffalo King

Buffalo King
By: Kim Jennings

I took a trip with my family to the southern half of Theodore Roosevelt National Park in hopes to see Bison or Wild Horses. We drove for what seemed like miles, climbing higher and higher into the canyons and buttes. We came upon what the park called, "Prairie Dog Alley" and saw many of the little porkers lounging about the fields, basking in the sun and hollering to one another. Still, there were no Bison nor Horses in sight.

We continued for a few more miles, when we came about a right angled sharp curve. I had just said a quiet prayer asking to "just let me see one buffalo. Just one Lord." And then the curve gave way to a beautiful open field riddled with Bison. I nearly jumped out of the vehicle from being so thrilled. In the photo is a particular old Bull who held my interest as he was just standing there, king-like. He was the master of patriarch of the herd. He had to have been approximately 2,000lbs easily. He stood noble with broad, majestic shoulders. But I couldn't stop staring at his eyes. Within this massive and intimidating statue of a warrior...his eyes were so very gentle and kind. I look forward to going back to see if he still holds his place in the herd next year.

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