What is everyone's recollection of their first elk encounter, or a funny one?
Mine covers both cases. About 10 years ago I got drawn for Mule Deer in SE Utah. Growing up in the northeast, this was my first hunt in the western mountains (elk territory). I was sitting on the top edge of a meadow near the top of a mountain one day, watching the field/draw below. All of a sudden, the ground started to shake and I heard a rumbling sound. Slightly confused, I looked around. To the right, there was a small rise, but I was stiing just ove the edge of it, so anything approaching from the other side would be almost on top of me before it saw me.
Well, sure enough, I started seeing horns and ears cresting the rise, 10 yards away. The first cow cleared the rise and stopped 8-10 yards away, and she hit the brakes. Than the group of 9-10 elk, including 3 or 4 raghorns, all accordianed behind her. If I wasn't afraid of getting trampled, I'd have laughed out loud.
They all came to a stop, and finally ran back over the rise and out of sight. Took a minute or 2 for my heart to slow down again......