Zero to 11,000 in 12 Years Flat: Bonanza in the Bluegrass State

Our boots hadn’t even touched the ground outside of the truck when we lost count of how many bulls we could hear. They were coming from a 360-degree arc around us, and one of them had to be inside 100 yards. It’s tough to pull out your gear in total silence when you’re twitching with adrenaline. My companion Claudis had a better excuse than I did, though. He’d never even seen an elk before the previous evening when we’d spotted a small herd.