Bull Number Six lived in and around Yellowstone National Park. He was cantankerous, broke windows and demolished radiators. Like Elvis, he had a fan club. "He was as close to being Elvis as any North American ungulate has ever been," scientist says.
Bull Number Six lived in and around Yellowstone National Park. He was cantankerous, broke windows and demolished radiators. Like Elvis, he had a fan club. "He was as close to being Elvis as any North American ungulate has ever been," scientist says.
Bull Number Six lived in and around Yellowstone National Park. He was cantankerous, broke windows and demolished radiators. Like Elvis, he had a fan club. "He was as close to being Elvis as any North American ungulate has ever been," scientist says.
by Scott McMillion Les Voorhis/ Royal Tine Images Inc.
Number Six was the
Elvis of elk, but he wasn’t singing “Love Me Tender.”
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I f an elk could be a rock star, Hotel time. the bugling of the bulls, the jealous Bull Number Six might have Like Elvis, he had a fan club. rages, the pitched battles that filled the bill. Paparazzi even. And like Elvis, toss all that noise and dust and He sported a single earring he died ignobly. Elvis died on the slobber. In most of the world’s elk in his left ear bearing the number toilet, doped up and bloated. Six country, you’ve got to hike far and six and lived in and around tripped over a fence, landed on his get lucky to find such a spectacle. Yellowstone National Park. back and choked to death on his In Mammoth, you can drive right “He was as close to being own rumen. to it. Bring a picnic. Bring the Elvis as any North American In hindsight, both deaths family. In September and October, ungulate has ever been,” said were sad, but neither was you’ll typically find a half-dozen Troy Davis, a former National surprising. mature bulls competing for two or Park Service biology technician three harems of a few dozen cows assigned to following Six around Six was a ladies’ man. apiece, plus a handful of spikes Yellowstone National Park’s Every year, he returned to the and raghorns hanging around headquarters complex during the village of Mammoth Hot Springs the periphery, waiting for an yearly rut. for the annual rut. There, he opportunity. His task? Try to keep him found scores of females wafting “While the big guys were from knocking the snot out those irresistible pheromones, preoccupied with each other, of tourists. transforming the normally sleepy they’d get some on the side,” “Elk-sitting,” he called it. community into a cauldron of lust. said Kerry Gunther, a bear And he did it for years, spending He sang to those ladies. He kept management specialist who spent thousands of hours with the them corralled in the corners of more than a few hours refereeing gigantic bull. Nobody knew the stately buildings. He wanted Six’s exploits. him better. them all. Girls, girls, girls. Six would get so worked up It wasn’t a simple job. First This, in itself, is not so that he’d chase almost anything. of all, Six was cantankerous. On unusual. Any bull elk will try to He’d fight bulls and charge a Sunday in 2004, he poked a breed every cow who will have people, shaking his antlers in their hole in a Texan and he flattened a him. He just can’t help falling in face. He gored dozens of vehicles. Park Service employee. Over the love, and he will try to chase the And people rooted him on, years, he did tens of thousands other bulls away. But success in sometimes stupidly so. Fools rush of dollars worth of damages to this endeavor depends on size, in, as Elvis told us. vehicles, including a $7,500 attack speed, bravado and enthusiasm. That’s why Davis had the on a Park Service SUV. He could And Six had it all. Especially size elk-sitting job. Somebody had pop a perfectly good radial with and enthusiasm. to keep people away from 800 his antlers. He broke windows and “He’d been the dominant pounds of testosterone-crazed demolished radiators. bull ever since I got here,” said P.J. bone and muscle. Six didn’t want That kind of behavior would White, a supervisory biologist for to be anybody’s teddy bear. And land a regular person in jail. But the Park Service. “He was more he had a suspicious mind. like rock stars who trash hotel ornery than the rest of them.” If there were lots of bulls in rooms, those kinds of shenanigans Six would charge anything town, Six would get so worked up just added to his street cred. The that came within spitting distance he’d charge anything that came world loves a bad boy and Six was of his harem, including people and within 100 yards, usually, but not the big boss man. cars. And there are a lot of both at always, skidding to a halt shortly “People were seeking him Mammoth, which provided the before impact. Davis recalls seeing out by name,” Davis recalled. “I circumstances that turned Six into him charge a group of elderly had little kids coming up to me a celebrity. visitors who couldn’t move fast and asking for Six.” First of all, Mammoth offers enough to get out of the way. If Six was the Elvis of elk, he acres of Kentucky bluegrass lawns, Thankfully, Six hit the brakes wasn’t singing “Love Me Tender.” irrigated plots that remain verdant in time. His lusty songs boiled up from well into autumn. That, along On another occasion, the gut. He was a “hunka, hunka with a paucity of predators close Six twice bluff-charged a man burnin’ love,” a brown-eyed at hand, attracts the cows which so engrossed in a cell phone handsome man. attract the bulls, which bugle and conversation that he never even Lonesome tonight? Not by fight and put on a remarkable looked up. a long shot. Not until the Park display, and that attracts tourists. “He never saw it,” Service lopped his antlers off, Who can blame them? The Davis said. anyway. Then it was Heartbreak elk rut is a thing to see and hear: At times, Davis had to insert
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himself into the situation, goading He also leveled a park fast food joint,” Davis said. Six into chasing him instead of an worker leaving the ranger station. Still, sedating an elk can older person or a kid on a bicycle. Something had to be be a tricky business, especially “Much of that time was done, the park brass decided. when you’re surrounded by noisy borderline miserable, at least for So Gunther, the bear specialist, tourists. Dart guns aren’t that me,” Davis wrote in a blog entry grabbed the dart gun and the accurate and you need a clean about Six, with whom he had handsaw and went out to find Six. shot, preferably at a shoulder, a complicated relationship. He He didn’t have to look far. from a 90 degree angle. admired the guy, but his bugling Six’s rutting territory was small. “I finally got him while often kept him up all night and “He spent the rut between he was mounting a cow,” cost him friends, interfered with the Mammoth post office and the Gunther said. his own romance. He called him a “glorious, majestic, infuriating pain in the ass.” He was a selfish beast. Help me make it through the night? It wasn’t Six’s job. And America loved him for it. Like Elvis, his life took on mythic if occasionally fanciful proportions. “Every day during the rut, someone would come up to me and tell me something new about Six,” Davis wrote in his blog. “He’d killed a man a few years ago. He’d been shipped off to Canada but made his way back.” But while Six became notorious for his rages, his more common mood consisted of forbearance. While he tore up a lot of cars, he only hit two people, and he let them off easy. If he’d wanted to, he could have killed anybody. But managing Six was easy compared to herding people, Davis said. “You can never predict what people are going to do,” especially in a place where young men have been known to face down a bull elk and beat their chest like some kind of ape. Six rocketed to true celebrity on that day in 2004 when he nailed two people and six vehicles. The first assault came when a Texas man approached within 10 feet, snapped a flash picture in his face and turned to walk away. Six charged, knocking him down and lacerating his head and his hand. “This animal could have easily torn the guy to bits, but he just knocked him to the ground,” Davis said.
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Moments later, Six’s legs “He had a huge following,” went soft and he went down. Gunther said. “People came back Gunther and his crew covered his year after year.” eyes with a cloth, hooked him up With more people came more to an oxygen tank and monitored potential for problems. So the Park his pulse while they went to work Service sawed his antlers off again with a handsaw, taking most of in 2005. his huge antlers, but leaving the But this time it didn’t work brow times, so he wouldn’t be as well as that first year. He completely defenseless. (That’s wouldn’t back down from other also when he got the ear tag.) The bulls, and Park Service officials goal was twofold: protect human were afraid he was going to life and property, and maybe get killed by another bull. They convince Six that there were better beefed up crowd control for places to be than Mammoth Hot the subsequent years, and Six Springs, the Park’s headquarters. continued his show. The second lesson didn’t Six stayed famous, and got take, and that’s when Davis’ job even more famous after he died on got even more interesting. February 8, 2008, when he made Six was without antlers, but national news yet again. he still had all that testosterone Davis wasn’t the only one coursing through his veins. moved to write a eulogy. In it, he “He had to learn that he said he saw the death coming. had no antlers,” Davis said. “So I For all his glorious displays, followed him around and tried to for all his feisty nature, Six was break up fights.” clearly a habituated animal. He He bellowed at him. He spent every fall in Mammoth and followed him in a car and honked every winter in the nearby town the horn. He whacked a wrench of Gardiner, Montana, where • Infrared “flash” won’t on a garbage dumpster to distract he loafed in people’s yards and spook game another large bull. accepted handouts. Once the • Shoots He did what it took. rut was over, Six calmed down multiple So did Six. Within a couple and acted almost like a pet, just pictures days, he learned to back off from hanging around town. People in and full- the other bulls in town. And he Gardiner considered him a buddy, motion video learned to skulk around like a part of the landscape. • Time, date, temperature and moon phase on each shot guilty youth, waiting until the big He once even climbed a roof • Easy-to-use icon style menu boys were busy, then sneaking to snatch the last apples from a • 32MB on-board memory in. He still bugled, but he looked tree. But it was a fence that did (expandable to 2G). ridiculous, like a hound dog, him in. SA9-157964 - Stealth crying all the time. “Six should have died on a Cam® Digital Camera Removing the antlers snowy ridgeline in the company Compare at $150.00 from the nation’s most famous of winter cold, a mountain lion, Guide Price $11997 elk caused a bit of an uproar. wolves or infirmity,” Davis wrote. Newspapers around the country Instead, he died behind a motel. carried the story. Then emails Like many habituated and phone calls poured into animals, Six died in an unpleasant park offices, most with a similar way. They often succumb to complaint: don’t be cruel. Officials disease or malnutrition. They get had to explain that the procedure run over. In Six’s case, a fence was not painful. And yes, a new dealt the fatal blow. set of antlers would sprout in a Art Eseile found the body few months. Rangers had released behind his trailer on a sunny him, to let him love again. afternoon, with a few inches of And by the next year, the snow on the ground. fan clubs and the paparazzi were Six was lying on his back, back, thicker than ever. with his antlers wedged between
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a couple granite boulders. He reeked. He had yellow stuff leaking out his nose. He had tried to hop a 6-foot fence, tangled his feet and did a somersault onto his back. Unable to rise, he choked on his own rumen, his eyes pointed up the hill, toward Mammoth, and all those memories. He was 15 years old, past his prime, but his antlers measured 3565⁄8. “I knew it was Six right away,” Eseile said. “You can’t miss Six.” People offered him hundreds of dollars for the rack, but Eseile, a clerk in a convenience store, turned them down. “Money’s nice, but I wanted to do the right thing,” he said, so he called his landlady, and he called the game wardens who came and hauled the carcass away. The landlady, Dale Ruffatto, is now trying to find a permanent home for Six. A taxidermist has the head and hide, and she’d like to see a full body mount somewhere in Gardiner or Mammoth, in a public space. The Elk Foundation is working with her, trying to make sure that happens. “He was part of the wallpaper of Gardiner and Mammoth,” Ruffatto said. Like Elvis, he was a man of the people, part legend and part reality and not all of it savory. Ruffato said she isn’t looking for money. She just wants the story to stay alive. “He’s not mine to sell,” she said. “He’s everybody’s elk.”
For more than 20 years, Scott
McMillion has covered the people and animals of the Greater Yellowstone area for many publications. To his knowledge he only met elk Number Six one time, near the main entrance to the Mammoth Hot Springs Hotel, when Six charged to within six feet of him. McMillion didn’t argue the point. He hid behind a big wooden sign.