The official news on #6 - He was 15+ years old, when he died of a freak accident. He tripped over a fence and wedged himself into some rocks and suffocated. He didn't look as big as he had the past couple years, but still weighed 725 pounds. (Normal life span is between 13 and 18 years.) There was an "Ode to Number 6" in our Gardiner newsletter. They said it well -
He was feared and admired,
Loved and awed,
But most of all,
He was a legend in his own time.
A King of ungulates.
And he will be missed by all...
2 comments:
This is an sad, but amazing story of your town and the elk. We only have herds of deer where I live and we don't name/number them. You live in a wonderful place. Hope this finds you painting!
Hi Donna - We DO live in a wonderful place! And you did find me painting... It's Monday night painting class here at our studio. After teaching the class, I stay late and paint more myself. Hope this finds YOU painting too!
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