Last fall I got my first bull elk. I was hunting in Oregon in a general hunt area. I had scouted where I wanted to be opening morning. With snow on the ground I feel they can hear you stepping through it, so I didn't go too far. And no tracks were seen.
It melted and two days later and went back to my spot. With felts on my feet I snuck into a small herd feeding. They never heard or knew I was around. Then I shot this 6x6 through a slick leaf I was behind. He never knew what hit him. He scored 273 and is being mounted. I cannot wait to see it.