Nothing announces the arrival of fall to the mountains like the bugling of elk in the rut. On this cold September morning I was out long before sunrise in a field where I had seen several big bulls the day before. As the sun finally creeped over the mountaintops, the biggest bull in the area began to announce his dominance, cold smoke billowing out with every bugle.
The sound of fall
error: Selection disabled
We use cookies to ensure that we give you the best experience on our website. If you continue to use this site we will assume that you are happy with it.OkNo