Elevation approx 9200 feet, early a.m. temp low 40's
Was raining this morning when I got to the AO, my neck hurts something fierce to the point I can't hardly take a drink. I'm tired and cranky.
So I drove around a while. Stopped the Valles Caldera to watch multiple herds...hundreds of head of elk bugle and spar...awesome experience. And old Marine I met at the pull-out let me look thru his spotting scope to watch elk way on the other side playing their elk games.
So after the rain I let up, I decided to check out a mountain side hoping some stragglers would wander down to the caldera to join the party.
Get a quarter up, and sure as flies on stuff I see two spikes about 150 yards away.
Wind in my favor, I beat feet to the other side of a finger so they can't see me, hauling my butt up a 30°, sometimes 45°, incline, going up about 450 to 500 feet to the crest.
Instinct told me they'd come right to me if I pull this off. Powerful motivation.
Peeked once in a while and sure enough, 60 yards away headed in my direction.
Heart racing from the climb and full of adrenaline!!!
I top the rise an pause and wait impatiently...holy stuff!!! the lead spike comes up...25 yards!!!
He's quartering toward me, his head comes around one side of a large burned tree trunk and his body hidden by the tree with his butt poking out the other side of the tree. Such a magnificent animal up this close.
Buuuuttt...I got no shot!!!
I'm holding deathstill like a hipster wearing skinny jeans in a biker bar.
He's looking at me but doesn't really see me, though he knows something isn't quite right.
Come on...two good steps...you can do it!!!
Heart racing!!! Just pounding out of my chest. Hands shaky. Anticipating the shot.
The wind swirls and he bolts.
Vanished like a ghost along with his buddy spike.