A Hunter’s Dream – Elk, (1988)
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The first bugling elk I had ever seen was in Yellowstone Park. The scenery was exactly as it is in my painting, not far from Old Faithful. The elk was herding stray cows back into the clearing. I cannot describe how excited I was to see this scene — it was an impressive moment just begging to be painted.
The rutting season of the American elk begins with preliminary activities by the bulls in mid-August with the peak occurring from mid-September to mid-October. At night, an elk’s bugle can be one of the most terrifying sounds on earth. For the bulls, the mating season is a time of constant vigilance, fighting, chasing and breeding. It is during this period of several weeks that they suffer a weight loss of more than 100 pounds. At the end of the rutting season, the bulls lose interest in the cows and gather once again in groups. Depleted of energy, they feed continuously to replace their lost stores of fat which they will need in order to survive the coming long winter.
The title of this piece, A Hunter’s Dream, may appear somewhat controversial to those people who are, like myself, very much concerned with the protection of wildlife and the environment. I was never much of a fan of hunting, but after meeting and speaking with some wonderful people who were hunters, I was able to get a better measure of the reality of hunting. Real hunters are very concerned about conservation; they manage land and wild game, and they respect the rules imposed by state and federal governments. A young, promising male should never be shot as he will eventually replace an old bull. When a very mature male has achieved his purpose with nature, he may, indeed, become a hunter’s dream.
— Carl Brenders