In 1992 I took 35 days off work to hunt mule deer in Idaho, Wyoming and Montana. I saw the first elk of my life on opening day of deer season, October 1st, near Pocatello. I was miserably cold and totally winded from climbing up a mountain. The elk, which was a full 7x7, came out of a canyon to the left of my position and proceeded to bugle just 45 or 50 yards directly below me on the side of the mountain. Great volumes of condensed breath billowed from his throat as he whipped his head around, flinging bits and complete branches of some poor evergreen hither and yon.
I sat, completely mesmerized, by the sight and sound of him. I had a scoped 300Win mag (I know, I know) in my lap but no elk tag. It wouldn't have mattered though because I was totally spellbound. My heart was racing and during those few minutes, I didn't even notice that I was colder than I'd ever been in my entire life.
I stayed there until the bull exited stage right and at that moment I felt like I had reached a pinnacle in my life. I felt, as corny as it may sound, like I was fully connected to, and an integral part of, my environment.
That frozen morning was akin to a spiritual experience for me, like I could feel the presence of God and I knew all that majesty was not just the result of a collection of random accidents but the magnificent culmination of a Creator's intelligent design.
Sorry for he rambling post but, this experience really made me take stock of what I thought was important in my life at that time.
Tom