The Federal government took control of Yosemite Valley in 1890, the second chapter of The National Parks documentary reminds us, and prohibited all hunting.
So it’s been twenty or more generations since a deer in Yosemite Valley has encountered a human with the intent to kill. They have less fear of us than we have of bubonic plague.
It's almost like a kind of arrogance. Look at this guy! I'm just trying to get back to the valley after a trip up Yosemite Falls and out to Eagle Rock. He's hanging out on the trail, with no particular place to go, but no interest in getting out of my way.
Swear to God, this deer is giving me what local saint Kim Maxwell likes to call "the stink eye" of total disdain and disinterest. Tell me I'm wrong…