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Towards the end of archery season, I became aquatinted with a certain herd of elk. They stayed in the same drainage and I found them every time I headed to the area. Late in archery season, most of the elk I was hunting were not receptive to my calls, so I decided to hunt this herd spot and stalk. It almost worked on a few occasions, getting within 40 yards of the herd bull twice, but I never got a clear shot.
I didn’t want to pressure them too much knowing rifle season was right around the corner, so I just kept an eye on them for the most part. During the lag between seasons, I was able to locate the herd, which now included two smaller 6x6’s as well as the herd bull. I was feeling confident about opening day.
I had backpacked camp in earlier in the week and met my dad to head in the afternoon before opener. Not long into glassing my dad spotted the cows feeding out from the trees. We watched and watched, the bulls were no longer with the herd. Not too surprising, bulls just seem to have that sixth sense of knowing when to split.
We did locate a bull separate from the herd, and I decided to try for him in the morning, and my dad would head to where we had last seen the main herd.
I didn’t want to pressure them too much knowing rifle season was right around the corner, so I just kept an eye on them for the most part. During the lag between seasons, I was able to locate the herd, which now included two smaller 6x6’s as well as the herd bull. I was feeling confident about opening day.
I had backpacked camp in earlier in the week and met my dad to head in the afternoon before opener. Not long into glassing my dad spotted the cows feeding out from the trees. We watched and watched, the bulls were no longer with the herd. Not too surprising, bulls just seem to have that sixth sense of knowing when to split.

We did locate a bull separate from the herd, and I decided to try for him in the morning, and my dad would head to where we had last seen the main herd.