I always Imagine a couple of older bulls up on a knob above a road. They hear a quad pull up, shut off, guys talking, the sound of a guy zipping down his pant to take a leak, a finally a bugle rip. Then the bulls start guessing which kind of bugle it is. Probably one of those Primos ones with the blue thing on the end. Then the bulls answer back, and mess with the guys all morning, make them run to the top of the mountain and leave the country, without ever showing themselves.
I'd like to share a story about bugling as a tactic.
I really don't ever bugle at pressured elk. Two years ago, a friend and I who were on the same fire crew had only the last two days of the season to hunt on account of work, so we couldn't get away from the roads very far. We wen't to a really high pressure area, where several bulls had been killed already that year. We hunted all morning, and heard quads, and the several guys bugling like crazy, even bugling back and forth to each other.
We were sitting on a knob, much like the elk in the scenario above, at about 2:30 pm. I'm half asleep, and I heard what sounded like a glunk. I wasn't sure if I had dreamed it or not, so I sat up and looked at my buddy, and he heard it too. We sat up and listened more intently, and about a half hour later sure enough there was another glunk, in the basin directly below us, between us and the quad trail, where people were still driving by and bugling.
We sat there for a few more minuets and let the situation develop, and it became clear that the bull was trying his best to communicate with other elk in the area, without alerting all the dozens of hunters in the area. We brainstormed and came up with a plan. We decided to drop down a few hundred feet, and gain a low saddle between two little basins, down near the quad trail. We waited for the wind to get just right, my buddy set up on the bulls side of the saddle, and I let out a very soft cow call, and then walked over the saddle and let out another soft call. The bull responded instantly with continuous almost silent glunking, and began walking slowly after me. He almost stepped on my friend, who put an arrow through him at less than 4 yards. The bulls blood-trail actually crossed the quad trail.
This experience to me illustrated the importance of knowing when to not call, and certainly to stay away from easily recognizable and popular bugle designs.