Turn up your volume.
Turns out, you HEAR the elk tons more than you see them! I knew they were there in the trees… and I could see flitting patches of warm brown fur between the trees, much better than my camera could.
The call between cows and their calves is haunting, and desperate, and lonely, and chilling.
(Sorry about the squeak of my saddle, a horse as an unsteady tripod (quadropod?), and my one handed videography.)