It had been quite a while since I saw any of the pronghorn herd that hangs out north of Denver International Airport. One recent morning, I happened across a bachelor herd of about a dozen of the handsome fellows. While they were initially lying down, staying true to form, they quickly got up and headed off in a cloud of dust. I tried to get ahead of them but they outsmarted me, ducking down into a low-lying area then cutting behind me and settling down way too far out into another field.
