More bulls joined the bunch and they put on a good show right in front of me about 75 yards. They fed, raked the trees, and even sparred a bit. I was hoping they would work my way. I was out of cover and could not move to them.
They ended up bedding right there and I was stuck waiting. I watched and waited for about an hour when suddenly about 15 deer came running over the ridge toward the bulls and me. I knew trouble was coming. The bulls knew it also, got up and trotted off to my left, and still way out of range. They stood there looking at the deer, then a rifle shot rang out. The elk took off behind me another 100 yards and just stood there. I looked back up the ridge to the west and saw the gun hunter. I was a little ticked, he should have seen me right there as I was wearing orange, and in the wide open.
The bulls worked around downwind of me, ended up smelling me and took off. The gun hunter missed, and I was kinda happy about that!