Another time I was sitting in a glade, watching a thick patch of pines and firs for an elk. It was public land, plenty of hunters were about, and I was hoping someone would push an elk to me. Suddenly I heard something strike a log in the woods. That was it; nothing else. It sounded like a hoof hitting wood. Then, several yards away, I heard a similar sound. Whatever was making it was moving within the timber where I couldn't see, and moving fast. I ran along the small ridge I was sitting on and had gained a hundred yards when a bull and four cows burst out of the trees. I claimed the bull, which I never would have seen from my original spot. Luckily I had interpreted those sounds correctly.