Tami Miller of Franklin closed out the historic elk hunt by taking her trophy late Tuesday afternoon at North Cumberland WMA. Pictured with Tami is her husband, Andy.

CARYVILLE, Tenn. – The first-ever managed elk hunt in Tennessee has come to a close on just its second day as the fifth and final elk was harvested by Franklin resident Tami Miller late Tuesday afternoon at the North Cumberland Wildlife Management Area.

Miller etched her name into the record book with four other sportsmen who had harvests on the opening day, Monday. Miller’s elk was a 5×6 (5 antler points on one side, 6 on the other) with an estimated weight of 700 pounds.

Charles “Chuck” Flynn from the Rockford community in Blount County was confirmed as the first person to legally harvest an elk in Tennessee in almost 150 years. The life-long sportsman made his second shot attempt from about 100 yards shortly after 7:30 a.m. (EDT) as the elk stood on the edge of an open field. The elk field dressed at 520 pounds. Two other hunters, Craig Gardner of Parrottsville, and Ronald Woodard of Oak Ridge quickly followed with their harvests in an approximate span of 30 minutes.

The fourth elk was taken at around 4:30 p.m. on Monday as Jeff Moses of Cleveland brought down his elk from about 120 yards standing in a field, 25 yards from the woods.

The five hunters were participating in the hunt, the first since elk were reintroduced to the state in December 2000. The hunters were allowed to harvest one bull elk apiece from within the time frame of Oct. 19-23. The last documentation of an elk harvest in Tennessee came from Obion County in 1865.

Four of the permits were drawn from almost 13,000 entries to the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Agency in a computer drawing in early June. Miller’s permit was purchased by her husband, Andy, for $17,700 as the high bidder in an auction to benefit the state’s elk restoration program.

A drawing was held in July for one of the five 8,000-arce elk hunting zones. Flynn was the first name to be drawn and made his selection, holding permit number 0001.

TWRA partnered with other conservation organizations such as the Rocky Mountain Elk Foundation, The Tennessee Wildlife Federation, the Campbell Outdoor Recreation Association and the Tennessee Wildlife Resources Foundation to reintroduce elk to the state. This effort began with the first elk release held on December 19, 2000, that put 50 free ranging elk from Elk Island National Park, Alberta, Canada on the Royal Blue Wildlife Management area. Since then, additional animals have been supplied from Land Between The Lakes and Elk Island. The estimated population now stands at more than 300.

Land Between the Lakes has a lot to offer, not the least of which a free roaming bison that, topping the scales at a ton (a very solid 2,000 pounds), leave no doubt as to who has the right of way on the roads in the prairie compound.

At up to 2000 pounds, adult bison can have the right of way ...

Discounting its paved road, the Elk and Bison Prairie is a step back in time to an age when these magnificent animals roamed free across the American landscape, the midwestern prairies. Though modern living and urban expansion has come perilously close to decimating native prairie landscape, many groups across the midwest are laboring intensively to save and/or restore these landscapes. It’s enviromentally sound and historically smart.

LBL has created a prairie landscape, encouraging the growth of native grasses and plants, many of which have healing properties. The have also restored two herds of native animals: the elegant elk and the bulging bison. Swift, sleek movement, and lumbering, occasionally thundering beats.

The Prairie visits ideally begins with a stop at the Golden Pond Visitor Center, where the film Restoring the Land for Tomorrow is screened. Little House on the Prairie’s Karen Grassle narrates.

Imagine a landscape 200 years ago when elk and bison numbered in the tens of thousands, leavings swathes of dusty earth in their wake as they migrated from one corner of the prairie to the other. Portions of interstate 24 was once a bison trail.

Native Americans hunted, and used controlled burns of the prairie grass to trigger new growth and new feeding areas for the bison while keeping forestlands at bay. Native Americans killed bison for food, and for furs, with a tradition of killing only what they would use. Early settlers and traders shifted the balance of the prairie and decimated the bison herds, hunting them almost to the point of extinction. As the bison moved, so did the natives who depended on them for survival. In the absence of grazing animals, the forests gradually returned.

In the past century and a half, woodlands came to dominate this region. It wasn’t until 1970 that biologists spotted new prairie growth at land Between the Lakes, and that is where the elk and bison now roam. Controlled burns keep the grassland renewed, and the current herds is hearty, healthy and growing. LBL’s prairie is “landscape in the early stages of renewal.”

Today we travel to the bison prairie, dropping our $5 per car admission into the box, grabbing the token it gives back. A short drive puts visitors at the gate where the token is deposited and a large gate swings slowly open. We are in. And we see … nothing. It’s not for a lack of looking. We are on the late side of midday, and as nature-oriented people we also know the prime time for viewing animals in the wild is early morning and late in the day, when animals emerge to feed and drink at the chosen water sources. Midday, in the heat of the sun, most will seek shelter in wooded, shaded areas. The high grasses are natural but inhibit viewing especially at midday.

Undaunted, we drive in a slow procession of the curious, looking from side to side, allowing our eyes to scan the landscape. Still nothing. Not an elk or bison in sight. Not snakes, rabbits, woodchucks, or even a lot of birds. Just as we were about to admit defeat hope sprang in the distance: a small herd of elk galloping across a meadow in the distance. Magnificent. Leaping through the grasses, up the hill … away from us. It was something.

A bit further, again, a line of cars, stopped. One grandmother poked herself up through the sunroof of the family SUV for a bird’s eye view of three adult elk and beyond, a baby barely toping the height of the spring grass. The elk stopped, and in a unique moment each of the three adults faced a different point of the compass. Surveying. On the “skittish” side, the elk were more apt to bound away from their human observers.

Bird’s eye view ...

Disappointed with our meager viewing, we were almost at the turn to exit the prairie when ahead of us traffic slowed. Stopped.

Suddenly the earth moved. Huge brown arched backs, those scraggly clumps of shredded fur, the lumbering movement of a beast who knows he has the right of way. One. Then another. And another. Meandering from the fields to the road, cows and calves, a bull or two. Muzzling the grasses, swishing their tails to ward off hundred of flies. The reddish-brown calves scurrying and scampering back and forth from grasslands back to nurse at their mothers udders.

We were captivated. We watched in awe as the beasts we’d seen before from a distance of hundreds of yards in another heavily fenced pen near LBL’s The Homeplace walked through the line of cars, alongside them, in touching distance. Not that you are supposed to touch them; they are, after all, wild.

Out came the cameras. Closer came the bison. They were in no hurry, but neither were their human observers. Close-up, we saw ravaging biting flies, hundreds of them swarming on the bison’s hides, and no amount of tail swishing could rid them of the biting pests.

The adult bison looked a bit ragged, winter fur hanging in matted clumps. The horns looking solid and formidable. And while I am sure that it is not wise (or advised by park officials) to get out of your vehicle and step into the herd, our herd of cars was definitely absorbed by the bison.

“Now I know we got our $5’s worth,” said one of my companions who, as a norm, is “not a country boy.” Nonetheless, this overpowering show of nature’s beasts in the wild captivated him, and the steady click click click of his camera was evidence that this was a moment to be remembered.

CO publisher Bill Larson sat at the wheel, camera in hand, staring eyeball to eyeball with one of the bison, who paused long enough to make us wonder if the bison was assessing our edibility. Would we be crunchy and good with … well, you get the idea.

By the time the herd drifted past — a long process — and we left the compound, we knew that it would likely not be our last visit to this amazing grassland.

Along the circuitous prairie roadway, there are information stops, places to pull over, step out and read a bit more about the landscape, the plants, and the restoration of a prairie and its inhabitants.

Visitor’s information defines what you can expect to see in what season, what kinds of grasses grow in this habitat, what birds one might expect to see, and how to react to encounters with the inhabitants.

You can find more information on the internet by logging in to www.lbl.org or by calling 1-800-LBL-7077 for specific directions. Plan on an hour to an hour and a half travel time, and bring a cooler with beverages and water, and a picnic lunch to enjoy at one of the many picnic and rest stops along the way. You might want to consider camping at LBL. See the website for more information.

Here are more BILL LARSON PHOTOS from the Elk and Bison Prairie at Land Between the Lakes.

This last weekend our local Tennessee Trails Association did a litter pickup and debris removal in Rotary Park and on a north-south trail at Land Between the Lakes (LBL). The group removed several bag fulls of trash and moved many wind blown tree limbs off the trail. They left tired, but with a feeling of pride in knowing that they had left the trails in better shape than they found it.

James Arthur Neblett participated in the litter pickup hike this year and last year. He said that it beat staying inside no matter what the weather was, and he is anxious to participate in this endeavor in the future.

One of the local Tennessee Trails members is J. R. Tate (at left). Among other trails, he has walked the Appalachian Trail four times. It took him six months each time. During his 2006 walk, we got a glimpse of his adventure through diary passages he sent to the Leaf Chronicle. When I asked him his secret to success he said, “Hiking is a matter of moving your right foot, then your left foot. Repeat until you get from where you started to where you end up”. He found that the mental part of hiking is a lot more important than the physical part. He kept himself going sometimes on the simple thought of a warm sleeping bag or a great meal ahead.

J. R. has published two books, Walkin’ with the Ghost Whisperers-Lore and Legend of the Appalachian Trail, and Walkin’ On The Happy Side of Misery. You can find these books on J. R. Tate’s web site: http://modelt.homestead.com/

Ranger Dawg and Model T (J. R. Tate) on the Appalachian Trail

I asked J. R. how can I, an out-of-shape, inexperienced walker, go along on a walk with him and not feel intimidated? What is the pace? He said that there are fast walkers and slower walkers and there is always a leader and a sweeper-a person at the end who makes sure that no one gets left behind. When the fast walkers get too far ahead, they stop and wait for all to catch up. In reality, the group walks as fast as their slowest walker. J. R. has shared his hiking tips at the annual Spring Fling at Dunbar Cave, among other places. J. R. suggests for a “first” time, you might want to start with a 5-mile walk rather than a 12-mile.

Find out about hikes from the Tennessee Trail web site: http://www.tennesseetrails.org/ Call the person running the hike to find out the time, directions, if there’s a car pool and difficulty of the walk. Things that I’ve learned are you want to have shoes that are worn in and won’t give you blisters. You always, always bring your own water(s) and whatever snack you will need.

Twice my husband and I have done an eight-mile hike with Tennessee Trails on New Year’s Day. The first one was difficult for me but the second one seemed to go much easier. Near the end of the hike, the experienced hikers brought stoves out of their backpacks and heated up mashed potatoes, black-eyed peas, and plenty more that served all of us. Corn bread, sweet treats and gallons of water that became lemonade appeared out of someone’s backpack. At the end of the walk, our bodies felt good. Tired but really good. That’s a feeling we don’t get very often.

Some of the people in Tennessee Trails like the idea that they can walk within the safety of a group. Lilly is one of those folks. Lilly is in her 70’s, as are quite a few people in the group. Lilly is a bit nervous about walking any trail alone, so this group is just right for her. There are all ages in this group, from retired folks to babies in backpacks. Toddlers and younger children would probably have a hard time with these walks. Don’t make the mistake of thinking that people in their 70’s and 80’s walk slow!

Neblett recommends Tennessee Trails to people because it is a great way to enjoy the outdoors and his kids have grown up being involved with groups like this. Upcoming hikes this month are on February 16 at the Fort Henry Trail led by J.R. Tate. February 19 is a Monthly Program Meeting run by J. R. Tate. February 23 is an Indian Town Bluff hike run by John Sneed. See these and other Tennessee hikes posted at: http://www.tennesseetrails.org/

Shots by James Neblett of the litter pick-up at LBL

Pictured above is Beech Roots, Bear Creek, from the collection.

Lamentations, a series of hand-painted Lith photographs is “a pictorial view of communities in Stewart County before and after the acquisition of land for Land Between the Rivers.” The exhibit runs through October 11.

Parker is native of Stewart County. The library is open M-T-Th-F from 8-8, Saturday from 9-3, and is usually closed on Wednesdays and Sundays. Directions: Turn left at the light in Dover, Tennessee (from highway 79) and go about one mile. The library is on the right.