The first season I hunted wapiti I approached the elk woods as if I was hunting whitetails- After a while I realized that was a big mistake.
Eventually, and after a LOT of miles and long days, I found myself 45 yards away from a 6x6 herd bull. I was caught out in the open, next to a lone ponderosa pine.
For almost 30 mintues I watched this stud rake a tree while he kept (I swear!) one eye on this new tree stub (me).
My left leg started to shake, my bow hand cramped. I wanted to shift weight onto my other foot so badly I would have given almost anything to be able to do that.
I also wanted to take this bull, but knew that with his eye on me and the distance, it just was not ethical. Considering my skill at that distance and how far he could move while the arrow was in the air, I just could not do it.
Finally he broke away fron the tree he had pretty much destroyed, and laying his rack back along his flank, turned the cows back into the timber.
Last I saw of him, Mr Everything was a mile away on a south slope, tending his girls.
On the long hike out, this short sentence kept popping into my head: That was great! That was Great! That was great!
I got the elk bug that day, big time...
Have fun!
Joshua