After scouting a water and seeing a few fresh signs I figured I would stick out the evening there. About an hour before sun set a truck come blazing by the tank. They stopped for a moment set up to hunt, out of the back of there pickup. I walked around the meadow and said hi. They apologized stated they thought someone might be hunting here since they say my truck about a half mile down the road, and headed back down the road. This was too late by then. So I checked out the small meadows to the North. Seeing nothing and the sun was almost set, I decided it was time to head back to the truck. Slowly working my way to the truck I heard a noise. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. That noise was less then 100 yards away and I had no idea what it was but it sounded big and mean. I heard it again, this time I associated it with a grunt of a bull (this is my first time hunting elk). I go down on one knee and watch. Another grunt and he came into a clearing to thrash the little tree standing in it. Then a full bugle came from over the ridge. All of a sudden it was like music, what just moments ago scared the crap out of me. I sat there until it got dark (15-20 minutes) wanting to see how close the bull would get. The range finder stated 70 yards, and with it not being light enough to see just how big he is although the silhouette of the rack was huge, and least an as long as my arms spread wide. All I could think of is someday I will have the Bull tag and such an animal will be mine. I think I am addicted to elk hunting.
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