TITLE: ONE MORE BUGLE
ABOUT THE AUTHOR: My name is Caje Golden, I am 23 years old, and I was born and raised in the beautiful state of Montana. I spend most of my hunting season either filming, guiding or hunting for myself. I could not ask for any more; it is truly a blessing and an adventure every single day.
GEAR LIST: Bow Hoyt Axius Ultra | Arrows Gold Tip Kinetic Pierce Platinum | Broadheads Swhacker #261 | Sight Spot Hogg Fast Eddie XL | Rest Hamskea Trinity | Release T.R.U. Ball Sweet Spot Pro | Binoculars Swarovski EL 10×42 | Spotting scope Swarovski STX 85mm | Clothing Sitka Subalpine | Boots Crispi Briksdal GTX | Pack(s) Kifaru Stryker XL, Kifaru Muskeg | Rangefinder Vortex 1800 | Knife Havalon Forge | GPS Garmin inReach Explorer | Game calls Phelps | Tent Kifaru Sawtooth | Sleeping bag Kifaru Slick Bag
Spot-and-stalk elk hunting is by far my favorite, and if I can leave the calls out of the picture, that is exactly what I want to do. I think this is the most effective way to move in on herd bulls and kill those big mature bulls that everyone wants to hunt. When using calls, it is easy for them to pinpoint you, and in most cases, that is exactly the opposite of what I want to happen. With that said, in this hunting story, calling was still not the first choice, but it became the game changer.
The morning of the 30th was very slow, but it was when we finally heard our first bugle. A faint bugle, it was not far from us, but it was down in a timber pocket, and we could tell that he was at the very bottom. We quickly made our way closer to where we thought he was; it was right then when Levi saw the legs of an elk going through the timber on the other side of the coulee that we were on. I figured it was one of the small satellites that we had just called in, but Levi had sworn that it was a different bull and encouraged me that we should go after him.
There was a big grass meadow, and for some reason we both decided we would walk straight across it. When we got to the other side of the meadow, still in the wide open, I looked up and spotted one of the small satellites up on the ridge about 150 yards away.
I looked back at Levi and laughed and said, “I told you it was just one of the small bulls that we just saw.”
Levi was still sure that the bull we were looking at was not the bull that he saw the legs of. I told him otherwise and almost had him talked into heading back to the Suburban to go to town for lunch….
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