{"id":3787,"date":"2018-03-30T08:30:14","date_gmt":"2018-03-30T15:30:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=3787"},"modified":"2026-11-02T18:11:34","modified_gmt":"2026-11-02T18:11:34","slug":"oregon-tavern-age-elk","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/oregon-tavern-age-elk\/","title":{"rendered":"Oregon Tavern Age: Elk"},"content":{"rendered":"

I walked through a herd of elk and into the South Jetty. They were grazing in a grassy median at the edge of the bar’s parking lot. I said \u201chello.\u201d They looked up, blinked in the afternoon sun, sniffed and went back to grazing.<\/p>\n

It was the first time in my life I’d walked through elk before entering a bar. I liked the feeling, although I had no idea what that feeling was. A man just feels better in the presence of elk. Everything is better with elk.<\/p>\n

\"\"<\/a>Inside the Jetty, an old woman sipped soup, an old man drank a beer, and a middle-aged man played video slots. A local radio station played hits from the 80s and the Go Go’s never sounded better. If only I could see Belinda Carlisle walk among elk.<\/p>\n

I ordered a beer and whipped out a notebook and pen to write about a dead man’s unpublished writing.<\/p>\n

Nothing came. Concentration vanished\u2014too much (Belinda) elk on the mind. I got up and walked outside to the parking lot. I stood there and watched elk eat grass. I only wish I could have brought along my beer.<\/p>\n

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