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Author: Chris Awe
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Sep 30, 2009
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Another day, and more gray hair. Cordial meetings w/ several bulls this fall, and I have been REALLY close to closing once. He was a bruiser... and every bit of a majestic experience. The cards didn't deal, and the pursuit is still on.
I had hiked in the evening before and slept on the periphery. I slept with both eyes open as the constant screaming carried on through the night. Insane thoughts went through my head, not knowing if they'd stay put all night, or rut into the next drainage. I couldn't sleep...
I had no choice but to sneak closer in the moonlight... soon I was in the middle of everything. The sun was up, and the air was stained with the pungent smell of elk urine and musk. I passed on six-point satellite bulls, praying that i could keep my cover and get to the epicenter (where an epic battle was underway for entitlement of the herd).
Everything was perfect... I made it... two big bulls (one bigger than the other) and cows everywhere (+/- 50). The bulls were moving their ladies over the ridge, and my sights were set on bull #1.
I stuck with them for most of the day, but it never came together for me. Here is a quick blurp of video i took. You can get a glimpse of bull #2 moving some of the cows. -Bull #1 was out of sight at this point.