Just wanted to share my amazement with the creature we all love known as the elk, or wapiti. Last Friday I tracked a herd of 6 elk all morning through the snow and cold for the better part of 3 hours, I moved slowly knowing I moved them from their night bedding. They were kind enough to sleep within 300 yards of my car camp while a fresh 8-10" of snow fell along with the mercury dipping into the single digits.
I have hunted this area for 10 years now and these elk took me to an area I have never tracked an elk to, nor have I found sign of bedding down there either. Mind you, I have killed a number of elk in the meadow adjacent to this knoll and seen elk spend all day in the tight timber on the north side of this spot. But this time the elk, I believe knowing I was following them, wound around the hill to bed on it's flat top just out of line of site from the meadow.
I slowly graded around the hill staying uphill of the path the elk had taken looking downhill and ahead of me expecting to see the herd bedded down. When I found myself turning uphill and back on my previous direction I knew I had lost my advantage. I came to 5 fresh beds, just impressions in the snow without a sign of melt in them yet, I was mere minutes behind them and they watched me come to their trap. The sixth bed was unaccounted for so I looked for the track of the missing elk. I found it to the east of the others just browsing the local foliage. This lone bull worked back away from the other 5 and towards my initial track. After 3-4 minutes tracking time I had him in view throught the trees at 25 yards quartered away and "sneaking" from the area. My gaze went to my arrow and a quick confirmation of my nock point before setting up for the moment that has eluded me this year. Much to my suprise, upon returning my gaze to the spot the animal had stood less than a second before I found only vacant forest. I started moving in the direction the elk had moved shocked that this magnificent animal could vanish silently before me at such close range. A scant 20 steps took me to his trail travelling from right to left across my field of view. The track showed no urgency or reckless movement as it returned to join the other 5 exiting the meadow on the other side of the hill.
I forever find amazement in the skills of these animals and their uncanny ability to vanish from virtually right under your nose. This same group had me pinned down exactly one week prior at a closest of 12 yards and farthest of 18 yards. Do you think the surroundings offered me even one high percentage shot? Not even remotely, and I saw the elk on the move as they approached me. Just reliving these moments makes me respect these animals and love this sport that much more. Thanks for your time and letting me share.