Didn't have any close encounters last night. I did find another herd of bulls in a canyon adjacent to the one I glassed yesterday morning. The first batch of elk to come out were all smaller than I'm willing to hike for.
I did see a big bull at last light. I wasn't able to get a pic of him through the spotter, but he was a huge 5 point. Definitely a shooter. Gameplan for the morning would be to get to the saddle I saw them use. Hopefully they'd bed in the same place.
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This morning started at 0330, and the hike started around 430. The bright moon helped make the walk slightly less difficult.
I made it to my pre-ambush spot as the sun was rising.
Not surprisingly, the elk were still in the canyon... Only problem was that they were 500ft higher than I thought they would be. I needed to get to the next bench before they did.
Well I made it, but not quite fast enough. I got pinned down behind a few pine trees. The elk were feeding up from my right, and when they got to the top of the ridge (behind the pine trees) they turned directly up the ridge and never have me a shot....
Well... Several decent bulls did present shot opportunities, but this guy was in the back.
The bull was at 110yds in that photo. The only other 'chance' I had at him would have been a 97yd shot. Just a bit too far considering the other 8 bulls passed by me within 70. As luck would have it, the big one never gave me a shot.
I don't regret passing on the other bulls. I do, however, regret leaving my nice camera out of reach. I could've had a ton of awesome pics, but such is life.
Unfortunately the wind switched after the bulls passed by me. I'm pretty certain they winded me when they were 150-200yds away, but they didn't spoke off too bad.
Right now I'm sitting with my feet up, enjoying the warm sun while I have it, and debating my next move.
Is climbing 2000 vertical feet, getting within 100yds of 9 bulls, and not getting a shot off fun? Sure doesn't feel like fun right now.
