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I love to sit and watch the Roosevelt Elk for hours. The Roosevelt Elk named for Theodore Roosevelt, it's my favorite animal in the wild. They are the largest of the four remaining North American elk subspecies. They are beautiful, majestic creatures that walk with their head up high with pride. They stand as tall as a horse. The male elk carries a beautiful set of dark brown, tipped in cream antlers. Their antlers reach lengths of up to four feet with a distinctive three-point tip, or crown at the end depending on the age of the elk. They use the eye guards on the horns when running through brush by lowering their heads. The antlers have several purposes, most related to mating, as a weapon against their foe, and the antlers are shed each year.
Even though they have a heavy scent of musk they can pick up a scent carried hundreds of yards away if the wind is blowing their direction.
Their coat is thick and soft, with longer hair on the chest and shoulders of sable color, with a light brown body, and a cream-colored rump and no tail. Their coats make it a habitat for fleas because their coat is thick and soft, it enables them to sneak through a thicket when they hear your nylon or denim clothes rake against a bush.
They feed on a variety of grass as, plants, leaves, bark, and including highbush cranberry, elderberry, devil's club blueberries, mushrooms, lichens, and salmonberries.
They engage in ritualized mating behaviors during the rutting season to have their own harem. The mating involves in posturing, urinating, tossing turf and fighting with their antlers, and bugling, a loud series of vocalizations which establishes dominance over other males and attracts females.
The Roosevelt Elk, a beautiful, majestic creature, which lives in the wide-open land with tall grass, under the canopy of Douglas -fir, cedar, and old growth stands.
5/9/2018
The Roosevelt Elk
The Roosevelt Elk
A beautiful, majestic creature, that walks with head up high with pride that stands as tall as a horse, with a rack of antlers with many points that looks like a crown on top of his head depending on how old he is, that he uses as a weapon against his foe , which are shed each year
Even though he has a heavy scent of musk he can pick up a scent carried hundreds of yards away if the wind is blowing his direction
His coat is thick and soft, with longer hair on the chest and shoulders of sable color, with a light brown body, and a cream-colored rump and no tail, their coat make it a habitat for fleas, because his coat is thick and soft it enables him to sneak through a thicket when he hears your nylon or denim clothes rake against a bush
Feeding on grasses, plants, leaves, bark, and including highbush cranberry, elderberry, devil's club blueberries, mushrooms, lichens, and salmonberries
He engages in ritualized mating behaviors during the rutting season to have his own Harem, that involves in posturing, urinating, tossing turf and fighting with his antlers, and bugling, a loud series of vocalizations which establishes dominance over other males and attracts females
A beautiful, majestic creature, that walks with head up high with pride that lives in the wide-open land with tall grass, under the canopy of Douglas –fir, cedar, and old growth stands and beautiful wild flowering azaleas
By Eve Roper 10/9/2014
My boy and I hung over the Elk Rapids dam railing
Shirtless
With lines swung in the churning water
The iron hum of turbines rattling through our elbows
He lands a nice Crappie
And as he rescues the bass
He looks not at his dad
Or the helpless fish staring up in horror
But watches to see if the old stern man
Fishing on the other end of the dam
Cigar crowbarred to the crease of his mouth
Might take a look
But no
He doesn’t as much glance over
To see the catch by my long-haired CEO
With his 20,000 Instagram followers
And when we step past the guy
And over his pole and tackle box
Not even then
Does he grunt nice fish nor nod good day
His leeches keeps him free of snags
That much is true of his local secrets
But we used worms and had a big day.
I rise up early to breathe the crisp clean air
of winds blowing 'cross the grass wondrous and fair
Across the valley the mountains rise up high
jagged purple peaks piercing the azure sky
Eagles soar 'cross the sun looking for a meal
it's as close to God as any man might feel
Seeing new calves breathing their first taste of spring
on limp legs, to its mother a young foal clings
Out in the grass a meadowlark courts its mate
with a song so sweet that it makes my heart ache
The bugling of elks welcome the morning light
at the foot of the ridge somewhere out of site
Across my front yard nature is at its best
here on my front porch I'd love to sit and rest
But cattle are crying, they need attending
winter was hard so there's fences need mending
I hoist my coffee in a toast to the hand
that made me a part of his glorious plan
So I'll take a moment, contemplate and pray
On the ranch, Sunday is just another day
It had been years since the seasons changed
Then the Monarch butterflies
Shook from a blue sky in July
Like a box of colored confetti
Re-appeared a miracle atop the sticky meadows
And the day before was so hot
That on my morning walk
I found tree frogs glued to the pavement
In mid-hop
Paralyzed with eyes looking up
Clay knickknacks belonging to a shelf
In an Elk Rapids gift shop
People around here are buried in their graves
Sitting up
To stare out forever upon Torch Lake
Tombstones angled against the hills
Last ever to see
The blue of this Earth
The lake of sunsets
The mirror that shows us all
Who we turned out to be.
Wapiti
Beneath the mesas rough terrain
White snow lies gentle on an open plain
A black elk herd
Lift their heads to the firebird’s cry
Lift their legs and run to the southern sky
Wapiti
A mother pleads for her child, in sorrow and rage
The heart of her life placed like an animal in a cage
I do not feel her pain, though it seems that I should
Relieve her of her pain
You who capitalized on our grief
You brought no comfort no relief
Against the progressive march of time
You deliberate for decline
It is a weakness you define
That we must overcome, overcome
Fan the flame, your time has come
Warriors of the golden sun
Medicine man
Shake the fear from the cold and frozen land
Shake the fear from the cold and frozen land
Wapiti
You are the breath of death, you are nuclear waste,
You are the infection streaming from a wound
You are the godless one, without conscience
In the life beyond life, what you may call hell
The ones you caused to suffer, will suffer you as well
Will scream and rage inside of you, and there will be no escape.
All you will know is their pain, their grief their rage
All you will feel is their pain and there will be no escape
You who plundered sacred ground
Defiled the air with your double tongue
Those who feed your potentate
Now stand ambivalent at the gate
Soon will leave you to your fate
And the furies will come, they will come!
Fan the flame, your time has come
Warriors of the golden sun
Medicine man
Shake the fear from the cold and frozen land
Shake the fear from the cold and frozen land
Wapiti