There is no question in my mind; this is our best season. Oh, I like them all, but fall, especially late September and early October is the best. Today, I ended up getting up earlier than I normally would because the bull elk was bugling right outside our bedroom window, so I got up to look. I have to be kind of careful. If I startle the elk, they might panic and go through the fence, rather than going over it. They ignore the motion sensor lights, but a human voice puts them into flight mode.
Thirty years ago, there were a lot more of them and the fall season brought the bulls out in force. One night, when the bulls were particularly vocal, I took one of our horses and just walked down into the field, with my arm over her back. I was surrounded by elk. There were five bulls around me, bugling and displaying their antlers, to impress and intimidate the six-legged creature in their midst.
When the bulls are seriously rutting, they will bugle at anything and everything. I have been out sighting in a rifle and had a bull bugle after every shot. I had one bull which answered when I whistled for the dog. They can also be quite aggressive. I had one very large bull which charged up to within about ten yards of me, bugled, then beat up a small tree. It was a couple days after the season had closed, so I couldn't shoot him. He escorted me out of the area and away from his harem. Bugling all the while and tearing up shrubbery in between bugles.
About fifteen years ago, Fish and Wildlife acquiesced to lobbying efforts by the Cattlemen's Association and decided to reduce the elk herds in the region. So it is that we have but a fraction of the elk we had and I appreciate them even more. The bugling of the elk, the howling of the coyotes, the calling of the flocks of geese, these are all things that help make fall in the Trench so special. WH
Thirty years ago, there were a lot more of them and the fall season brought the bulls out in force. One night, when the bulls were particularly vocal, I took one of our horses and just walked down into the field, with my arm over her back. I was surrounded by elk. There were five bulls around me, bugling and displaying their antlers, to impress and intimidate the six-legged creature in their midst.
When the bulls are seriously rutting, they will bugle at anything and everything. I have been out sighting in a rifle and had a bull bugle after every shot. I had one bull which answered when I whistled for the dog. They can also be quite aggressive. I had one very large bull which charged up to within about ten yards of me, bugled, then beat up a small tree. It was a couple days after the season had closed, so I couldn't shoot him. He escorted me out of the area and away from his harem. Bugling all the while and tearing up shrubbery in between bugles.
About fifteen years ago, Fish and Wildlife acquiesced to lobbying efforts by the Cattlemen's Association and decided to reduce the elk herds in the region. So it is that we have but a fraction of the elk we had and I appreciate them even more. The bugling of the elk, the howling of the coyotes, the calling of the flocks of geese, these are all things that help make fall in the Trench so special. WH