i busted my ass for a week solid at colockum, every time i got to the point you had to scope out all the antlers someone else would blast away on the other side of the ravines.
i had one great one that was a true spike, sitting on one leg with the other raised, in position, elk didnt see us at all & wind was perfect.
then again, another hunter took a shot at something in the crowd ruining any chances of a harvest for me.
Next year will be a better year, going into private lands i hope.