Tatanka sighted
There’s the sign: TallGrass Prairie Preserve.
And so we drive slowly across the giant “cattle” guard and down the gravel road.
Inching along.
Music blaring.
Binoculars ever ready.
Cameras poised.
Eyes peeling the horizon.
Hardly breathing (humming).
Driving.
Driving and looking.
Stopping.
Looking.
Didn’t the website say that they had herds of bison? Like, about 3,000 or so? The small clumps of Black Jack Oaks (part of the old and famous Crosstimbers) were not dense enough to hide 3,000 bison, were they?
How do you call a buffalo up? “Here, buffy!”
And drat, the rental car is not an all-terrain vehicle; besides, the signs clearly indicate that four-wheeling out into the wild bluestem yonder after the buffy critters is discouraged.
But, Lo! We see one buffy! Sitting out in the bluestem on a swell in the ocean of grass. What joy!
