My funny elk story, mostly because I was so excited to be out west for my first time.
15-ish something years ago, I had two jobsites on the road to work on in a row.
One was in American Falls, ID the other North Platte, NE
It was early winter and we made a lap through North Dakota, all of Montana, a good chunk of Idaho, the entire southern edge of Wyoming, all of Nebraska, Iowa and finally back to Minnesota.
Honest to God I didn’t see a SINGLE ELK, no bullshit. To be fair, a ton of the driving was freeway, but still….
A few weeks later I was headed to a buddy’s cabin near Hurley, WI on a snowmobiling trip.
On our way through the Clam Lake WI, the “elk lights” were going off as we rounded a corner on the highway. My buddy said “those things go off all the time”…
We didn’t get another 150 yards down the road and fricken elk are walking across the road
I saw the first elk of my life back home in Wisconsin after driving through thousands of miles of the West lol
You can’t make that up!!