Opening morning found us working our way across the scree slopes below one of the plateaus the elk were using to move between the meadows on top and the dark timber in the canyons. We had found a gap in the bluff that let us work up on to the ridge without stinking the place up moving thru it. We were about 200yds. from the edge when the first bugle of the hunt sounded. We eased our packs off spread out and moved a little more up hill. The herd was coming right to us. From the sounds he was behind the cows and up hill from them. I swung down and trotted out and back up trying to get above the cows and more in line with the bulls path. To my right I saw movement, I dropped to my knees and froze. Elk! They went into a little depression and I put an arrow on the string. As they came up the rise toward me I could see they were all cows. They spread around the trees and one came over to me. I kept my head down[I wear a face mask and boonie hat] so she couldn't see my eyes. She stretched her neck, sniffed, and then started to pee. It was opening AM, I didn't shoot her. After a bite or two she moved on. I continued work my way towards the bull. I had closed to about 60 yds. or so when there was a huge crash and a raghorn 5x5 came busting out of the trees where the herd bull was bugling, at this point the whole herd beat feet down the mountain and the mornings hunt was over.
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