I was scouting for elk in Arizona about 8 years ago a week before the season opened. I parked my blazer in little meadow and slept in the back of it one night. About 5 or 6 in the morning I woke up to the call of nature. I climbed out the back and found myself surrounded by a bunch of brown blurs (I didn't have my glasses on). At least 50 elk had made that meadow their morning buffet. They just slowly moved off with hardly a care.