Joe was a non-hunting guest from Wisconsin, who had accompanied his cousin that was hunting out of a drop camp with us during muzzleloader season.
He likes to poke around the mountains here, watching wildlife, looking for sheds and any other unique finds found on the pathless, forested slopes. Then when needed, he helps pack out the elk that his cousin, Dr Bob, almost without fail, harvests every year.
While hiking a creek bed on this same excursion, he saw bear tracks of the size not commonly seen in these parts. Placing a dollar bill next to them, we can see just how much we would NOT want to walk up on such a bruin unexpectedly.
To hear him tell the story of the bull he captured bugling, it’s the kind of stuff elk hunters dream of, but in this case, Joe did not have a tag in his pocket.
Hearing the brute coming through the timber, he paused to see what would unfold. As you can see, the bull came straight on a string towards Joe. If you listen closely, you can hear Joe softly say “Whoa” to try to get the big guy to pause in his pursuit of an elusive cow and running over himself, the spectator.