I had some fun with Chapter 13 describing the problems with elk in Everest. The fictional city and county of Everest, Montana, are southeast of the very real city of Banff, Alberta. My wife and I had the chance to vacation there about 20 years ago. Beautiful place, lots of history. Banff has the interesting distinction of being in the middle of a national park in the Canadian Rockies. As such, it is surrounded by a wide variety of wild critters and no hunting is allowed. The municipal garbage cans are made from armor plating so the bears can’t get into them, every few years a jogger or camper becomes lunch for a cougar or a wolf, and most mornings the elk graze the local golf course. If you are playing golf, they’re just one more hazard to avoid, and you have to play through when your ball lands in some elk poop. Anyway, we were talking to one of the locals and he told us about the idiot who walked up to an elk and plopped his kid on the elk’s back. No, they’re not tame. The idiot will probably get the elk horn out of his ass any year now!
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