Nocohunter
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After several days into Colorado's first season our hunting party of 3 had nothing to show for our labors. In an attempt to draw elk from the dark timber we walked through several open parks cow calling. Coming into one park we cow called and got a bugle from the timber. We hunkered down and waited for the bull to come to us. But he didn't come. We had to go after him. We walked 50 yards into the timber, dat down, and called. A bugle no more than 50 yards in front of us echoed in the forest and a second one immediately after to our right. We approached with cation. After another 10 yards we spotted a bull we had thought was making a rub on a tree. The timber was so thick though we couldn't get a shot. So we watched. After a few seconds and realized he wasn't making a rub, he fighting another bull. We watched in amazement as the bigger bull threw the other to the ground just 30 yards in front of us. He then ran in front of us, broad side at 20 yards. I shot, and all 20 cows that were with them stampeded in all directions. We walked to find a blood trail in the severly torn up ground. We found it and followed it for 70 yards. From there the herd had ripped up the ground so bad that we couldn't find any blood after that. It was getting dark so we had to stop the search. I waited sleepless all night to find my bull in the morning. But I didn't and left with my tag in pocket.
