It was an early September morning when I went bowhunting elk with my dad. After parking the truck at our hunting spot, we immediately heard several bugling bulls. Each of us had a compound bow in hand, and we slowly and quietly moved alongside the field to within a threatening distance of the herd bull. We anxiously waited for shooting light before bugling, but once it arrived, we had the herd bull’s attention. He wasted no time positioning himself between us and his harem. Keeping ourselves concealed just inside the bush line, we coaxed the bull to about 80 meters…