
The Elk That Fell Out of the Sky
Finally the bull stopped in a small aspen grove about 100-yards below me. I watched him dig his brow tines and pull up roots. He put on a really-good show. After a while, I realized I just couldn’t get that bull to move and come any closer to me. I gave a few cow calls, and the bull vanished, after walking off to the right. He was silent.