We have already established that I live in Montana. If you've never been here, it is very rustic, mountainous, rural, and the wild animals outnumber the people. Our apartment complex is called Hunter's Pointe. (The extra "e" makes it classy.) They are obviously playing to the adult male, strong, vital, woodsy, with the title. Out in front of the office stands a great beast, a life-sized, majestic bugling bull elk! He truly is a sight to behold. Here, I will provide photographic proof.
I can see why they chose him. He's strong, virile, he's the jock all of the cow elk want to mate with. Somehow that translates to a reason for people to want to live here. Since I'm not a man, I don't really get it, but it is a very nice piece of art.
Some of you look confused. You are wondering what the problem is because this is obviously not something I hate, so how did it manage to make it into the #1 spot on my list? Let me explain. The picture you are looking at is what you see as you drive into the parking lot. There are only three buildings to the left of this, but six buildings and a majority of the parking lot to the right. That means that most people who live in this apartment complex, and a majority of the visitors will approach the office from the right side of the entrance. When we go in and out of the office, we are greeted by this:
That's right. He is absolutely anatomically correct. He's not shy either. Rain, snow, sleet, hail. He always puts himself out there for all the world to see. While I'm sure the testosterone level in this place rises as men enter the parking lot, it truly isn't worth it for me to have to encounter dangling elk genitalia each time I pay my rent. Luckily, the bank that gave us the home loan settled for a huge pendulum clock, and my days of looking at this are few.