Andy, as I have named my pronghorn antelope buddy, is a regular fixture at my home near the north entrance of Yellowstone. When I run in the evenings, I often see him grazing near Roosevelt Arch. When I walk to my car to drive to work, I often say good morning to him as he naps nearby. This spring he displayed a long, black gash on his side that was probably the result of a tussle with another pronghorn buck, but it has since healed.
I relate to Andy. We both like solitary, peaceful time away from the herd, and naps in soft, grassy meadows. I also enjoy wheat grass shots, although he eats the roughage raw. I wonder if he likes human proximity or does he simply feel safer in our company? He has an enormous wilderness (Yellowstone is larger than Delaware and Rhode Island combined) to frolic in, so why hang out near my Toyota Prius and the park warehouse?
I’ve written before about pronghorns, but I love watching them as they look like they belong more appropriately on an African savannah outrunning lions. Indeed, no predator in Yellowstone can outrun them; once they reach maturity, they can attain speeds of up to 50 mph.