One of my very dearest friends came into town last week, so we naturally decided to drive four hours to hang out in Oklahoma for half a second and then drive four hours back to Wichita. Naturally.
Apparently we weren’t the only ones.
I don’t think I’ve ever yelled at a stranger before.
He got sort of close. And then he got closer (see photograph). And then he got even closer and the bison shuffled his feet up a little bit. And that’s when I found myself putting down my camera, sticking my head out the car window, and yelling all sorts of things.
I’m not sure who was more surprised -me, him, my friend, or the bison. Good news -no trampling ensued.
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