I've been pretty busy recently, so keeping the journal up to date has been difficult...
Sunday, I decided to set up and glass the same area I had the night before, hoping that one of the bulls we'd heard at dark would sound off, with the backup plan of hopefully finding some exposed elk to chase. The bugling didn't happen, but about sunrise I spotted a half dozen elk feeding on a slope what I thought was about 1 1/4 miles away. Woohoo!
I quickly assessed my approach and determined I should get around behind and above them, reassessing from there. I figured the thermals would switch (happens VERY early here, like 7:30am, not 10am I always read about) by the time I got in position and I didn't want to be below them when that happened, as the last time I found feeding elk in this area that's exactly how I screwed it up. Well, I should have taken more time to nail down their position because I completely underestimated how far away they were. As I got on top of my vantage point, I was still a mile away, and to make matters worse there was a private corner between me and the elk, meaning I would have to drop all the way back down to get around it.
While moving back down, I was in a position where it seemed elky. I decided to do a little calling to see if I got any bugles. Nope, nothing. I took two steps and my heart jumped, as I caught antler tips less than 50 yards away. They were heading steadily in my direction when the day winds stopped and the thermals dropped, taking my scent right to him. He gone!
That encounter was over fast. Back to hoofing my way down, around and up after those other elk!...