Another good thing about the huge wildfires that closed Yosemite until just before I took my little road trip there, is that, because there were almost no people around, I had the best wildlife experiences of my life there on this visit.
The first day, I saw a lot of deer. Mostly, they were young bucks. When the male deer get to a certain age, they are kicked out of the herd. They are supposed to start their own, or steal another herd from an old buck.
But at first, they are too young and inexperienced to do any of that. They end up alone or in small groups.
I had a great time stalking these guys through the forests and meadows. Hey, hunters, why don’t you try using a camera instead of a rifle?
They paid very little attention to me… for the most part.
Don’t worry, the next post is going to be all the best photos.
But even seeing deer from a fair distance is exciting to me. Yes, I know, they walk right down the street in front of my mom’s house. I always share pictures of that. But this is different somehow.
These deer just seem more wild than the spoiled, yuppie-foodie deer in the hills of the Bay Area, who are finicky about eating only the best imported bulbs and flowers.
And did I mention the horses?
I love horses.
And I guess I already mentioned the bear I saw. I have better pictures… and a good story about this bear. Wait for the next post.
Yes, these deer are living the true wildlife wild life.
These deer have to worry about bears. And mountain lions.
These deer aren’t eating imported Dutch tulips.
And these guys can still get hit by a car, same as them big city deer.
Did you spot the deer in that picture?
That is a nice photo. Two deer, the rays of the rising sun. The towering cliffs of the Yosemite valley in the hazy distance.
That is a crappy cell phone selfie, but I am rarely happier than when I can get a horse to walk across his corral and say hello to me.