There was a shot I'd like to have had this fall. We had cow elk tags. It was way too warm and the elk hadn't moved down yet. Finally on the last afternoon of the season, we spotted 9 of them 1.5 miles away out on a flat. We watched a while and finally they dropped into a shallow ravine under a rock bluff and bedded down. We drove down the road to a point 90 degrees from where we were and started hiking. We had about 1.25 miles to go but we knew exactly where they were in the sagebrush. We walked right into them. Only 2 of the 9 were cows and my partner and I got 1 each. Of the 7 bulls, 6 were spikes. When they got up, all we could see was a sea of spikes. It was hard to sort out the 2 cows. It would have been a fun photo with all those sticks in the air.


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― George Orwell

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