In November several years ago I was glassing for white tails and a red fox and a small fork horn mule deer bouncing out of the brush. They circled each other then sneaked toward each other. When they got close they stretched their necks out and toughed noses. They bounced away from each other and repeated this play for a few minutes before running off.
One other fun event was when I was elk hunting. I had sneaked to the edge of a large meadow and hid behind and under neath a large ever green tree, just before day light. As the sun started to reach into the meadow I could see several cows, caves and a few small bulls scattered along the edges. 5 different bulls were bugling from the timber ridges which made my level of excitement acute but my imagination was dreaming of that bull of a life time. A cow with her calf was feeding along my side of the timber. The cow was not wanting the calf to nurse and kept kicking and butting it. They kept getting closer and closer until they were standing next to my hiding spot. She must have caught my sent because she turned and starting looking right at my spot. She barked and stomped her front feet and took a couple steps closer. She then stretched her head and neck to were she had her head under the outside branches of the tree. She barked again but with her attention on me the calf had take its chance and began to nurse. This seemed to make her mad and she spun around butted it and walked off. This meadow has a main trail that goes through it and as I watched the elk become nerves, and leave I could hear voices. In a matter of seconds they all had blended into the timber an it was over.
One other fun event was when I was elk hunting. I had sneaked to the edge of a large meadow and hid behind and under neath a large ever green tree, just before day light. As the sun started to reach into the meadow I could see several cows, caves and a few small bulls scattered along the edges. 5 different bulls were bugling from the timber ridges which made my level of excitement acute but my imagination was dreaming of that bull of a life time. A cow with her calf was feeding along my side of the timber. The cow was not wanting the calf to nurse and kept kicking and butting it. They kept getting closer and closer until they were standing next to my hiding spot. She must have caught my sent because she turned and starting looking right at my spot. She barked and stomped her front feet and took a couple steps closer. She then stretched her head and neck to were she had her head under the outside branches of the tree. She barked again but with her attention on me the calf had take its chance and began to nurse. This seemed to make her mad and she spun around butted it and walked off. This meadow has a main trail that goes through it and as I watched the elk become nerves, and leave I could hear voices. In a matter of seconds they all had blended into the timber an it was over.

