Sparing Bulls
The dark timber made it difficult to see them, but the rattle of antler against antler unmistakably drew me closer to the sparring bulls. Straining my eyes against the dimness and creeping every closer the bulls materialized as if coming out of a fog. A hundred yards, maybe a bit more, and they weren’t paying any attention but to each other.
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Elk Down
Rick, the Hunting Manager for Buffalo Mountain Ranch, had helped me brainstorm some good location s for my elk hunt. One place really drew my attention. He told me that a big bull and a herd of cows were hanging around an open area in thick cover, where they would eat before bedding down in the middle of the morning. That sounded like a winner to me, so I put my name marker on the place of that particular blind, on the large satellite photo of the ranch on the wall in the lodge, and jumped into the Excursion for the trip to the blind. A short drive down some dirt roads put me on a road leading along the canyon rims. I pulled onto a feeder road and parked on a flat place just off a steep cliff, above two deep canyons. The blind I would be hunting was located only a hundred yards or so further east, just a hundred yards or so away from these vertical drops that led down into the brush-choked bottoms of the canyons on the north side of the ranch.
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