The rut (mating season) has definitely started.

In the first field shown above, Elk No. 16 was surrounded by several females and their calves. It's a long photo shot because people are not supposed to get closer than 50 yards from elk.

Along with his females and calves, there were two male yearlings. You can tell they're young by the size of their antlers. But Elk No. 16 was not tolerating any competition. Here he is chasing off one of the young males. Poor thing! It will scar him for life.

There was a lot of elk action but few people. So besides going up to the Woody House and the campsite beyond, I went to the Hiram Caldwell Cemetery. I've noticed that sign for a long time and finally, it was quiet enough for me to go.

The trail went through the field and then up. It was very steep - no switchback on that trail. It's a small family cemetery; there were maybe 10 graves, including the usual stillborn infant.

Then, still not finding many people, I went to the Palmer House. The Palmer House, off on a side trail, has a small museum. It has the requisite pioneer farming tools but it also has old photographs of the families that lived in Cataloochee.

I met a couple who had driven down from Massachusetts. They were staying at Smokemont campground and were touring the valley. As we talked, three bulls came into the fields opposite the Palmer House. We took pictures through the window glass.

Finally I had to leave. I allowed myself a couple of quick shots before I got into my car.  

Our Elk Bugle Corp has shifted to 12:30 to 4:30 P.M. and will continue to shift as the days get shorter.

Big rededication ceremony in the Smokies tomorrow. Stay tuned!