We really didn't care. We just wanted to see them.
We were getting a bit concerned though for it wasn't until we were halfway through Custer State Park that we saw our first buffalo. Actually the correct term is bison. Early explorers called them buffalo for the closest animal they knew of that looked like what they were seeing were the buffalo of Africa and Asia. But if you refer to them as American Buffalo, that is acceptable.
We came up to the tail-end of a herd that had just crossed the road and settled into the nearby valley to graze. At first we had to be content with some long distance shots. Then after most of the cars that stopped pulled away (we are always the last to leave) some stragglers came by and we were able to get some closer shots. Between the two of us we must have shot a couple hundred times, I am talking camera shots. 150 years ago it would have been gunshots but I'll not get into that, nor what we would have seen at that time right now. We were quite happy to say the least.
A few miles further down the road we came up upon another group which was even closer. By now we felt very comfortable being around them and was able to get some better pictures having to ditch the zoom telephoto lenses for our normal lens as they were so close.
They really are gentle creatures no more different than being around dairy cows. By the end of the day and the following day as we were driving along we found ourselves saying "Oh, it's just some more Bison."
But we stopped anyway.
We are in Nebraska now, learning about corn.