Date/Time: 20 SEPT/8:40 AM
Location: Somewhere in the elk woods
Hunt Pressure Status: Who cares, you’re 100 yards from a screaming wapiti
Terrain: Steep, thick, steep and thick
Tag: Archery season; branched bull only
After locating the night before, you park the rig and head back on an old, half grown over, gated road that you know takes you to the head end of a long, steep draw with thick alder patches, some wet benches, some wallows that are hit hard through mid-September, and a few natural meadows. You heard no less than 3 different bulls calling back when you located from the ridge above them the night before. After a bit less than an hour of headlamp hiking, dawn (shooting light) is nearing and you figure you’re getting very close to where you heard the bulls the night before. The lamp goes off and after stopping, listening, and taking in the unmistakable pleasure that is arguably the best time in the world for a few minutes (the pre-dawn elk hunt moment), you get eyes on a “bull” standing in the old road around 150 yards ahead. Now you hear them, a bull above you in the alder sounds off advertising his prowess and the bull on the road immediately hits backs with his own “I’m the man” answer and moves up into the alder field.
That’s it, that’s all you get. What’s your next move to maximize an opportunity to bring an elk home for dinner?