It began to drizzle and the wind really picked up. On the drive back to camp we saw this....
A different shooter pronghorn buck! We turned around for some better pictures and he took off like a shot!.... north America's fastest land animal for sure!
Rather than spooking the elk and hoping that the rain and wind were omens of cooler temperatures and a high- gear rut, I took a nap. And I was tired.
The wind died down and we began a silent stalk. We separated at some point, I continued up the canyon. With less than 45 minutes of good shooting light left, I thought I heard a bugle uphill, but I couldn't be sure. The wind was in my favor, falling as the sun fell.... there it was again! Or was it me ears playing tricks on me? NOPE! There he is, my binos were to my eyes without conscious thought. HUGE BEAST! I didn't know I could get bull fever from that far away. His polished ivory tips looked big. Too far for a photo though, lets creep a little closer.... He is in the trees now, I only saw him for maybe 10 seconds. What a beauty. All I could think about now was watching him and coming back in the morning. My hamster wheel of a brain was spinning, wind coming uphill, I'd have to be above him..... he is somewhere between 8500-9000 feet.... lets see if I can call him in to me. I found a great elk trail right near a wallow we had previously found. I hid behind a huge boulder next to the trail and a poor little sappling he had demolished. Cow calling and waiting, waiting waiting. Nothing, Time was short, I peaked and he...
wasn't there. So I gained some more eleveation and came to a band of granite protruding into the canyon.... I snuck over and what to my eyes see but two fawns and a doe mulie, 20 feet away! But I am after elk and bucks. I let them go. Now there is a cow in the same place the bull was, and I am much closer...though the photos are still poor due to the light (and photographer).
I actually forgot to adjust the camera and took the first picture with the flash on.... good way to get busted at 400 yards!