Well first day was a butt kicker. We went with our plan A spot and commenced our hike half hour before dark to get into a meadow close to first light. I couldn’t write the story any better. We walked right into the middle of a mini rut fest. Couple different bulls bugling around us and few cows milling around. We got our wind right and slow played right into a decent 6point bull. He chased a cow right toward us. We were in position with dad on shooting sticks when bull came into our window. 148 yards. Look over at my dad and he is shaking like a leaf. I cow called and bull stops, looks our way and dad wasn’t ready. He went back to chasing his cow. I cow call again and tell my dad to take a deep breath. BOOM. We did our due diligence but that bull ran off unharmed. Dad was too amped up. The rest of the day turned into a nature hike. Never did hear another bugle after that or see an elk. Today is a new day!
