Skip to comments.Elk's Sparring With Photographer Caught on Tape (Headache time)
Posted on 11/15/2013 3:05:26 AM PST by raybbr
A North Carolina photographer dove headfirst, literally, into his assignment when he came face-to-face with an elk.
James York was photographing elk at sunrise in the Cataloochee Valley of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park in Gatlinburg, Tenn., when one of the elk on which he had his lens focused approached him.
"He came up peacefully enough," York said. "I was hoping he might just take a little sniff and move away but he didn't."
Instead, the elk began nuzzling York, sniffing at his leg and forcefully nudging his antlers into York's head, which York did his best to keep down.
"I'm thinking, 'Don't show him fear,'" York said. "He was prancing and digging his hoofs in the ground and then bouncing back and forth and lowering his horns down and coming at me fairly aggressive."
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Lucky not to get a antler in the eye or through the ribs.
Let’s see last night it was about 20 degress likely closer to lower teens up there as well as the night before. Rut season triggered. He’s lucky he wasn’t hurt.
He’s lucky he’s not carrying that elk’s baby!
Elks are goats.
Show em respect by punching them hard as you can right below their eye.
Then advance on em.
They back up every time.
That guy is lucky the elk did’t have a mind to impale him.
Reminded me of the time I was in Northern Maine doing some white water rafting, and as the bus was taking us back to our cars, there was an enormous bull moose, chewing cud with that stupid, beady-eyed look moose have when they are just bored and eating. Some guy with a camera was walking right up to the thing as was about five feet away snapping pictures.
It just sat there looking at him, and the bus driver hissed from his open door
“Get the F*** away from that thing!”
He told us that there had been someone badly injured in that exact same scenario a few years back, and that those huge males could be wildly unpredictable in certain situations.
Went and watched the video.
Guy made himself a target and wrote a byline for his own edification.
Dumb thing to do.
I thought that was why they made telephoto lenses.
Looks like a young elk. Probably just wanted to play. I’m sure he’ll have much to talk about with his elk family and friends.
Do you have “elk punching experience”?
Really?, I'm gonna go try that BRB...
Better yet shoot them and serve them with taters, gravy, and biscuits.
Moose kill more people in Alaska than bears.
When you look at the size of those things, it wouldn’t appear to take much from them to crush you like a bug!
We use to raise goats and a couple were aggressive.
Seemed like when I took em on from the side they didn’t know what to do.
Elk are cervids.
Thoughts they were pinnipeds.
Grab their horns and pull their head to the ground and hold it till they bleat. That usually took the cocky attitude away for a few days LOL. I also carrier a big stick to rattle their horns with if needed. Goats, the ones not debudded can be very violent at any given time. They'll kill each other and they can kill you. Mine had their horns. I never allowed my grandkids in the lot without me being there. I also had one Billy. Never again LOL.
My mom wouldn’t allow my youngest sister in the yard when them bass turhds were on one of their testerone rages.
One became such a lil fkr, attacking suddenly, and using our cars to pkay king of the mountain so my brother asked me to grab a knife, hacksaw and a tarp.
While I was looking for them I heard a gunshot. Moron shot that punk.
When I came back from the barn he was just looking at it and said “Dinner!”.
Sadly, he didn’t kill it clean and that punk started moving. My brother raised the gun and I yelled “stop! Let’s make this easier and bleed him out”.
Ran back to the barn, pick up some rope and a come along. Hooked that punk up by his back legs and hoisted him.
Took my knife and slit his throat. Done in a minute or so and let gravity do the rest of the job.
Once he was bled, took him down and re-hoisted by his front paws.
My brother and I laughed telling each other how much we hated that punk but, gave thanks to God and we gutted him, skinned him and butchered him.
When Mom came we told her what we had done and she had just come the grocery store. She was dissapointed, as she wanted one of the rabbits but, simply said “Goat Cacciatore”.
He was delish.
My brother traded the skin for two used tires.