___The next morning my guide and I headed for the woods on horseback, and we hunted hard, hiking through thick forests. It was unseasonable warm, with the air temperature in the mid-80s. As we soon learned, elk were “jungled up,” and were not only unseen but silent. This country was solid timber, except for avalanche chutes and rock slides, so spotting elk early and late in the day was out of the question.
___One morning we managed to get a bull to respond to a bugle call, but he retreated into the timber. After waiting several minutes, I blew a cow call, but he wouldn’t answer. A few minutes later I tried the cow call again, and still there was no response. Assuming he was long gone, I started climbing the mountain, following my guide, who was already a fair distance above me. I looked back down into the valley where the elk had disappeared and suddenly spotted a beautiful bull looking up in my direction.
