Bull elk bugling in Smoky Mountain National Park
A lone bull elk stands at sunset neck taut, nostrils flared. lifts his head, and a raw, resonant bugle cuts through the cool evening air — a long, haunting call that rises and falls like wind through canyon. The sound carries for miles, a proclamation of presence and power.
Bull elk bugling in Smoky Mountain National Park
A lone bull elk stands at sunset neck taut, nostrils flared. lifts his head, and a raw, resonant bugle cuts through the cool evening air — a long, haunting call that rises and falls like wind through canyon. The sound carries for miles, a proclamation of presence and power.