The small band of Pronghorn we saw as we exited Yellowstone National Park just over a week ago was delightful to watch. They grazed contentedly for a time, going about their daily business, scratching that itch. We photographed them from inside our van which acted like a blind so we did not disturb them. Sadly, a photographer who was outside, chased them as they grazed closer to our vehicle and suddenly, the Pronghorns exhibited their “fastest land animal in North America” prowess and bounded away and out of sight. Until that moment it was an idyllic scene. It mortifies me to think that, as a photographer, I might be be lumped with the likes of those kinds of people who have no regard for the wild creatures they’re privileged to see, and who think that the photograph they’re trying for (and will not get) is more important that the well-being of the animals they seek to photograph.