There we were, crouched down on the side of a mountain, mesmerized by the view of a bull elk through the trees. My husband and I were about two feet apart, neither of us moving and both of us holding our breath in fear of alerting the majestic beast to our presence. And then, as only a married couple could, we started to argue.
“That’s a big bull,” I whispered. “It’s okay,” my husband replied, shrugging.
“It’s looking right at us,” I said. “No, it’s not,” he replied. “Its head is down, and he’s eating grass.”
“No, he’s looking right at me,” I asserted. (more…)