Knowing that pattern actually got me close - twice - to bulls that strung along with cows and calves on their way to water. The area of the breaks I hunted is so rough that elk use the terrain like mountain animals, crossing gumbo ridges through well-traveled notches and passes. I waited at one of these notches, an arrow nocked and my outline broken by a ridgeline juniper. The elk filed right to me and it looked like I'd have a play on the 5x5 bull near the end of the string. Then the wind swirled, the lead cow got nervous and hung up. The next time my scent drifted down, she barked and dispersed the herd.