So, we go back out Sunday evening. Tony says we're going to go to 'that hedgerow' about 300 yards away. With my physical impairments I thought I was the man after doing a couple hundred yards up a ridge that morning. So, we get the the hedgerow and Tony says this spot is no good, so we need to go up more. So, we go up more and Tony once again decides the spot sucks, so we go up some more. We get about halfway up a ridge and he decides to cross over and get into some large rocks to ambush the elk where they should come down around us. We're there for a while, I'm restless and standing up and texting on my inreach and Tony decides we need to move. So I cross back to where we were and head down into a drainage to scout it for the morning. Tony goes up and around to meet me. I'm in the trees and hear a really weird cow call and come around the tree and see Tony waving his arms around and motioning me over. Meanwhile, there are elk all over the ridge in front of us and bulls screaming and cows wandering. He says we have to gain more elevation and get through an aspen stand and get even with a small herd where a bull is screaming his head off. So, we start to climb and get up even with the bull. Now we have to sidehill towards them because Tony sees them on a ridge to the side of us. So, we side hill into some rocks and get down. Tony is glassing the hillside and telling me there's elk everywhere on the hill. I'm looking and looking and not seeing them and it's pissing Tony off. I'm glassing the entire hillside through my scope and not seeing anything and that's pissing Tony off even more....
