Sept 17, Opening Day
Quite the sleep last night. A lone bull decided we should stay awake in our bedrolls as he vocalized his desire for either love, or a fight, to any and all who would oblige. None responded. This did not sway him at all, as he continued through the night in every direction proceeding to circle camp endlessly, or at least until dawn approached.
We exited the tents to a clear, star filled sky with the temperature slightly above freezing. Lots of discussions about our love struck hosts antics through the night as coffee was being made, and drank. Slowly we started exiting camp announcing our selected direction and area we decided to hunt in. I chose the same area as last years opening morning when I had called up two bulls before having to return to camp. Rifle in hand I started my 1000yd walk to the area I chose to start my calling.
Upon arrival, and with the day beginning to brighten in the predawn light, I checked the time to ensure we were now legal. Yup, time to let go my first bugle of 2020. Dead silence, no response. Waiting a few minutes more, again, no response. Slowly and quietly I begin working my way into the selected brush, 50yds, 100yds, 150yds, try another bugle, nothing. Creeping in another 40yds resulted in a screaming reply from back at my last call site. I rush back and settle behind a small pine, then give another call, instant response and I prepare for another challenge call when motion catches my eye. Here he comes, head low and eyes rolled back. Man he is close, and still coming! I raise my rifle and settle the sights as he continues approaching, straight on. 25yds, 20yds, 15yds and he stops staring straight at me. I know the gig is up but no real shot. I wait and hope when the turn comes it wont be too quick, and am not disappointed. A nice slow turn exposing his broadside allowed an easy shot, but nothing happened. A rifle cannot shoot if the shooter does not properly prepare it, and I had failed to cock the hammer. Much internal anger and frustration later, time to continue with the hunt.
So... continuing forward I periodically pause to call only to be met with silence, until finally another response, and not too far away. I work closer, then call and get a response. He is coming. At about 80yds he hangs up and is looking hard for the other bull. I cow call, soft and sensuous. His head whips around as does the breeze. I can feel it on the back of my neck. I curse as I watch the bull walk away.
Moving on again, ever deeper into my chosen area of boreal forest, pausing and calling when suddenly I see a lone cow. I let out a bugle and have a bull vocalize his displeasure on my proximity to his cow. He charges in, pushing the cow out as he slams the brakes at 65yds quartering to me. I raise my rifle once again and settle the sights. He turns slightly and I fire, loosing sight. I take time to reload as well as intently focus on the spot he was standing. Working towards where he was reveals blood, and I start tracking. After a short time I realize he may not be mortally wounded as the blood becomes sporadic. I pause and wait, allowing time to settle. After many minutes I resume a job that takes every bit of skill I have, and eventually my bull jumps from his bed at 20yds. I am startled, but quickly cow call and bring him to a walk. Rushing forward I am able to see him again, and complete the task with a final shot at 25yds. I have my elk. Nothing fancy but a small little 5x5 meat bull with one broken trez point on the left side. 3 hours into opening morning. My quickest, and shortest, elk hunt ever. Now the real work begins!
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