Single elk drifted in and out of view, then suddenly a great, white side appeared. His legs and belly were nearly black, contrasting with an almost Palomino body. He took another step and we could see that his beams were heavy and long, with a spread that looked to be 50 inches or more. I settled the crosshairs in his direction, just as he slipped behind a fir. The bull moved almost constantly but never in the clear. Once he stopped with his hips exposed, but one does not do that to a bull...even with the .416 Rigby. In spite of the gentle pleading from Pat's call, they moved on. It was noon and they wanted shade in the big timber above. "We won't push him," Pat said. "This is elk heaven, this is their home. They'll be back tomorrow."