That afternoon I fletched a few arrows for my longbow, took a nap, packed, and once again we were off. Tonight's mission would be glassing with Josh since a northerly wind blew the smoke off the mountain. To get to hunt a great bull, first you have to find a great bull. From two vantage points, we spotted over 250 elk. Bulls were rutting on the other end of our spotting scopes more than once. We saw what we think could be a great bull, and we're headed in after him tomorrow. He's been wallowing and is covered with mud. This is going to be fun.