Went out for opener but there wasn't much activity. Funnily enough, the one elk we heard bugling, we initially thought was a dude with his first bugle tube: the calls were shrill, without any of the good growl or range of notes, they were repetitive, and it was during the dead middle of the day. After putting a lousy stalk (wind was swirly) on a group of three smallish bulls, we came back up to the ridge and heard the shrill, annoying bugle again. I second guessed my boyfriend and said, "Maybe it's not a dude. Someone that dumb would have given up by now." So I busted out my diaphragm call and gave a few nice cow mews. BOOM, big tan body moving across the slope on the other side of the draw. Saw him long enough to see that he was a handsome 6x6, probably 300+, but he was on his own program and didn't seem to care much about our calling as he disappeared into the deep dark bottom, probably to water.
Going out to a different spot this weekend, hopefully they'll be more talkative and walkative!