I'm down in AZ continuing to live out my dream, and helping one of my best friends kill his first elk. My cell service is not nearly as good as I had originally thought it would be so live updates are tougher than I hoped, but I'm sitting in a decent spot right now so I figured I'd pass along an update.
The rut activity has been..... slow. There's been very little bugling, and the elk seem to be spread pretty thin. We didn't see any elk yesterday, and I didn't even hear a bugle. Which, to my disappointed, was the first day I've spent hunting elk and not seen an elk. Oh well I guess. I know we're in a good spot, we just weren't in THE spot yesterday.
This morning started off a little rough. I woke up to my alarm and heard coyotes singing back and forth to each other, and they serenaded me right back to sleep... I woke up about 40 minutes later to be my buddy giving me crap about sleeping in. No worries though, I had all my stuff ready the night before, so I threw on my clothes and boots and was tripping over myself in just a few minutes and was going.
When we got to where my buddy had heard some bugles the night before, I realized k I forgot my bugle tube back at camp.... So we took full advantage of our RZR's awesome suspension system and power, but we were back to the spot just as light was breaking through.
We walked a little ways and we heard a bugle, and I responded. There were bugles in 3 directions and we picked the direction that had the biggest terrain feature. It sounded like the bugle was a long ways off, so we beat feet quick. Not more than 300yds into the walk my buddy had to perform and emergency bowel evacuation, and while he was taking care of it the bull bugled twice more; still very far off. So responded with a bugle, which was quickly answered by the bull. I moved to a spot that gave me a good view of the hillside and meadow the sounds were coming from. It was still fairly dark at this time, but I could vaguely see the outlines of a handful of elk about 1000yds away. I quickly figured out which one was the bull because he was considerably larger than the rest of the animals. I couldn't quite make out his antlers yet, but I could see he had a HUGE frame.
By the time my buddy was done, we could see that the bull was a mature bull with wide and tall antlers, and more importantly it was in a very stalk-able spot. So we started our flanking maneuver to try and cut them off.
We got to where we wanted to be and setup to call. I let out a few cow calls and raked a tree. Seconds later the bull responded, and I cut him off with a bugle. To which he responded. Awesome! We thought. A couple seconds later he was a few hundred yards closer and bugled at us again from the top of the ridge. It couldn't have been working out any better. I called a little, he'd call back. That went on for a minute or so when we heard a few cow calls near the bull. He went quiet then bugled at us from the other side of the ridge.... His cows pulled him away from us and we had no chance of keeping up. We followed the heard for a few hundred yards before we backed off. It was too thick and too flat to see much of anything, and we didn't get the sense the animals were spooked.
And that brings me to where I am right now. My buddy is sitting a waterhole nearby, and I'm up above where we last saw the bull. I heard him bugle twice so far and I think it's just a matter of time before he steps out.
Wish us luck, and happy new moon. Hopefully they're rutting like crazy tomorrow.