Cold snowy weather forced the elk to our side of the canyon.
We allow one of the carpenters
who worked on the house to hunt here.
He bagged a
within shouting distance of the Main House.
He field-dressed the elk and dumped the entrails where he had spotted a
(away from the houses and the dogs).
Near there we found a fresh kill the lion had dragged into the bushes;
we did not hang around in case the lion thought we were competition.
There was a golden eagle soaring above,
waiting to dine on what was left of the two kills.