Its a real thrill to finally stumble across this bison herd that is kept at the Grand Canyon National Park, North Rim. On a morning drive in the back country, I rolled up on this herd in a large rolling meadow. I parked a long way off but this herd was very skittish and ran off behind the hill before I even get out of the Jeep. Judging the distance and direction as they crested and disappeared behind a hill, I used the terrain to my advantage and set out on foot 400 yards to intercept them in the next meadow as they entered it coming out of woods...but alas skittishness continued and as soon a one bull saw me, the herd took off in a wild stampede across the meadow, kicking up a dust cloud reminiscent and palpable of time when I witnessed the great wildebeest and zebra migration in the serengeti. And then for a moment I became present to the era of the old west and how vast herd in the millions used to roam the plains, like I was just getting a very small taste of that grandness, and both of those thoughts brought me great delight.