Khunter
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Day 6 continued
I get a good set up and as the bull is still in the timber and I see parts of him and real decent headgear at about 60 yards and closing toward the sliver of more open area and where I have ranged a few things at 40 (edge of the thick timber he is in), 35, and 27 yards I feel the distinct cool breeze on my neck and just like that anticipation of the shot become the sound of hooves from more than one elk heading away. In short order I hear addition bugles from the bull, and it seems the elk have moved only a few hundred yards or so best I can tell.
I take a few minutes to digest what just did not happen (groan) and check out a spring just downhill that I thought was a wallow but was not up close. As am doing so I am hearing an obvious hun ter bugling, terribly, ad repeatedly from top of the basin where a good sound bull and another bull have been bugling with some regularity. He sounds just like my grandpa’s old Faulk’s gas pipe bugle I still have and bring at least I the truck most elk hunts just for the mojo it may bring me given how many elk it called back in the day.
My Grandfather’s, and now my, Faulk’s gas pipe bugle that was so popular back in the 70s and maybe even the 60s. Gee, is that a freshly bloodied arrow in my quiver?
To his credit the hunter is piling on a chuckle to each bugle attempt, halting, and with as flutey multi-noted absurdity as the bugle before it. In short, the chuckles were simply short bursts of the exact same flutey bugle in rapid succession. Hurts your ears to hear it knowing it is wrecking the situation.
It sounds like he is descending from the top of the basin (there is a pack trail just over the top) and getting closer to the elk. As I make my way up the ridge I was on while keeping the wind in my favor the other hunter is obviously pressing these elk hard. Not good! I had seen two cows grazing in the open on a broad sage slope at the head of the basin pretty late, relatively, with at least two bulls bugling nearby from the timber and this hunter is pushing right in on them and best I could tell working from the wrong wind direction.
As expected, the elk shut up shortly after this hunter has moved in closer and all that is left is the hunter continuing to call, I guess trying to relight the fire he just so successfully extinguished. A bit later, sure enough I see a hunter with a bow and another guy sky-lined at the top of the basin heading out, presumably in search of more elk that needed to be shut up to preserve the peace and quiet of the forest. Thanks guys for your strong work…Harrumph.
Figuring the elk, at least the ones on the far side of the basin are still there and bedded, I cross over the ridge just out of then basin but the wind is pretty strong and blowing my scent into the basin so I drop out further away on a sparsely treed finger ridge and take a nice break under a tree. The wind is string and precludes hearing much of anything on this exposed ridge for the few hours I was hanging out waiting hopefully for afternoon/evening action back in the basin.
After a wee nap and snacks I realize I can see my camp across the main valley perched on the canyon edge. The white spot in the middle is my 6-man-tent comfy atv camp.
A view of camp from across the valley
Zoomed view previous photo showing my tent.
I get a good set up and as the bull is still in the timber and I see parts of him and real decent headgear at about 60 yards and closing toward the sliver of more open area and where I have ranged a few things at 40 (edge of the thick timber he is in), 35, and 27 yards I feel the distinct cool breeze on my neck and just like that anticipation of the shot become the sound of hooves from more than one elk heading away. In short order I hear addition bugles from the bull, and it seems the elk have moved only a few hundred yards or so best I can tell.
I take a few minutes to digest what just did not happen (groan) and check out a spring just downhill that I thought was a wallow but was not up close. As am doing so I am hearing an obvious hun ter bugling, terribly, ad repeatedly from top of the basin where a good sound bull and another bull have been bugling with some regularity. He sounds just like my grandpa’s old Faulk’s gas pipe bugle I still have and bring at least I the truck most elk hunts just for the mojo it may bring me given how many elk it called back in the day.
My Grandfather’s, and now my, Faulk’s gas pipe bugle that was so popular back in the 70s and maybe even the 60s. Gee, is that a freshly bloodied arrow in my quiver?
To his credit the hunter is piling on a chuckle to each bugle attempt, halting, and with as flutey multi-noted absurdity as the bugle before it. In short, the chuckles were simply short bursts of the exact same flutey bugle in rapid succession. Hurts your ears to hear it knowing it is wrecking the situation.
It sounds like he is descending from the top of the basin (there is a pack trail just over the top) and getting closer to the elk. As I make my way up the ridge I was on while keeping the wind in my favor the other hunter is obviously pressing these elk hard. Not good! I had seen two cows grazing in the open on a broad sage slope at the head of the basin pretty late, relatively, with at least two bulls bugling nearby from the timber and this hunter is pushing right in on them and best I could tell working from the wrong wind direction.
As expected, the elk shut up shortly after this hunter has moved in closer and all that is left is the hunter continuing to call, I guess trying to relight the fire he just so successfully extinguished. A bit later, sure enough I see a hunter with a bow and another guy sky-lined at the top of the basin heading out, presumably in search of more elk that needed to be shut up to preserve the peace and quiet of the forest. Thanks guys for your strong work…Harrumph.
Figuring the elk, at least the ones on the far side of the basin are still there and bedded, I cross over the ridge just out of then basin but the wind is pretty strong and blowing my scent into the basin so I drop out further away on a sparsely treed finger ridge and take a nice break under a tree. The wind is string and precludes hearing much of anything on this exposed ridge for the few hours I was hanging out waiting hopefully for afternoon/evening action back in the basin.
After a wee nap and snacks I realize I can see my camp across the main valley perched on the canyon edge. The white spot in the middle is my 6-man-tent comfy atv camp.
A view of camp from across the valley
Zoomed view previous photo showing my tent.
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