We went back for the last week of season and the first evening I hiked in to find a water hole that satellite photos showed. There were 3 cows there but not much bugling going on.
The next evening my buddy sat there and had a close encounter with a really nice bull. I saw the bull from where we arranged to meet for the hike out and he was a dandy.
The next day, we got into 3 vocal bulls in the morning but nothing developed. Back at camp for lunch a guy pulled in looking for help packing a bull out. I went to help and my buddy went back to the same water hole in hopes of seeing Mr Big again. He's 30 years my senior and didn't need to be packing out anyone elses elk, eventhough he was ready to go.
Mr Big never showed for him. After I finished helping pack out our new friends bull, I had a bit of time left before dark. I chose a water hole not far from a 4X4 road that would also be a good spot to listen for evening bugling and make a plan for the morning.
I picked a spot behind a blowdown and started making a quick blind. It was really open and I didn't have much faith in being concealed well.
I added a couple sticks and then heard a faint twig snap to my right. Low and behold a decent bull was on his way in. He passed me out of range and drank at a seep I should have looked at. I leaned the bow up and grabbed the camera.