Rookie archer here. Got soooo close this weekend.
Saturday morning, hiking up a bowl off trail, hear a bugle to my right down in the timber. I head toward the bugle, going down and side hilling into a bowl now, but the herd is essentially above me, so wind is good. Get below them with wind right. Start moving in, herd bull still bugling every 10 minutes, hear cows yapping, I yap back, we have a great conversation, but no one bee lines to me. I get closer to herd, and realize they are within 40 yards, but the timber is thick. I keep calling back and forth with the cows and see the herd bull's horns come in front of me at 20ish yards, bugling, but thick timber between us. I have no shooting lanes at all. The herd sounds like it's moving up slowly, so I try to inch forward and around down trees, but I got caught. The whole herd bailed in a second.
I suppose I should've waited longer, and been more cognizant of timber thickness during my approach.
Sunday morning, I slept in until 7am on a random ridge, which felt taboo to me
. It was quiet all night except for some coyotes at 2am. Wasn't expecting to see or hear anything. As I ate, drank coffee and packed up camp, I saw a cow come into an avy chute maybe .67 mi away, but lots of vert in between. That got my spirits up and I headed that direction, down into a drainage I've explored only once before. It was stormy Sunday, so the wind was swirling quite a bit, never really that predictable. I cow called every 5 minutes or so as I made my way down into this creek/drainage. I sat on a down aspen about 50 yards from the creek, and cow called against the wind. And a few minutes later I heard the distinct loud cracking of what was an elk drawing near. I was fairly in the open, stood up, faced up hill, ranged a few trees quickly, put the rangefinder away and saw horns and a head, and then a body at what I believe was about 36-40 yards away. I did my best to count points, but couldn't quite figure it out. As the bull's head went behind a tree, I processed that he looked like he could be about a 4x4, brow tines might be long enough, I drew my bow (for the first time this season) and prayed he'd come out from behind the tree. I still needed a better look at the points, and I needed to aim.
I held my draw for a few seconds and then he turned tail and ran. I smiled though. I wore myself out the day before, but that was redeeming and inspiring.
Not sure if maybe he actually saw me, or with the wind swirling, maybe he winded me.
Overall, as a second year hunter and first year archer (with no kills), this is the closest I've gotten. I was shaking like a mad man on Sunday morning when that bull ran out. Better luck next time.