During deer season I glassed a herd of elk on a knoll just up from the river. I watched them for a few hours but never got close enough to see if there were any bulls with them. So I left them alone until opening morning. I came in early and figured everyone else parked at the gate would be going to the top instead of were I was heading. I got to the spot where I glassed them around the time it was getting light. I spotted the same herd in the same spot, but this time I wanted to get closer to look for bulls. I got within 200 yards and set up against a large tree. Just as I was setting up I spotted 2 spikes still lying down, as I watched them something caught my eye to the side. It was a 6 point coming out of some brush. The herd was getting restless, probably caught a whiff of me or another hunter, and they were getting ready to drop off the side of the mountain. I waited until the 6 point was right on the skyline and took a shot. After my shot he went out of view, and I heard a few shots from below me. I ran over to find another hunter standing over him. We had a friendly discussion on who should tag him. He was actually a very nice guy. He decided to walk away. (I know it was a hard thing to do.) I felt a little karma, since a few years ago the same thing happened to me in a different area, and that time I walked away. I called my dad on the radio and had him come up to help me. As I was waiting I thought I would go help carry some stuff for him. As I was walking out, I saw something in front of me about 100 yards away. I glassed it. A wolf. White and Grey. First wolf I've seen in the wild. Heard them before, just never seen one. I finally caught up to my dad, and got back to the elk we skinned it out, quartered it, and hung it. With the help of 2 other hunters that were in the area and stopped to offer some assistance. We throw a coat on some of the meat and got to the truck around 10:00 pm. Came back in the next day and packed him, with the help of 3 friends, to an area we could use a cart, then pushed him about 2 miles out. Had to make 2 trips, it was around 9 pm that night before he was out, and I sure felt better after hearing those wolves howling not far from were he was hanging as we were leaving in the dark.