After moving the heifers, I requested Jaxon’s help. I’ve still not finished cementing in my foundation rocks.
Nothing like teaching the grandkids some life skills along the way! We need more mortar mix to finish, so it was break time. Five minutes after I sat down, the first elk bugled. Of course, we had to investigate.
We sat there. Watching elk. Listening to the bugles. Then one bull began to build a wallow.
He pawed. He layed down. He squirmed.
Over and over, he continued. On occasion he’d bugle. The other bull would answer. Honestly, they weren’t that far apart and we thought we might see conflict.
The top bull took his three pair and returned to the trees, the muddy bull just kept getting muddier. I could have stayed and watched him til dark, but Jaxon reminded me of the time and the need to get home. I reluctantly packed my stuff away and we left… have any of you ever seen an elk wallow?
Find me here!
Seen many an elk wallow, a few filled & many empty… Most memorable one seen was @ less than 40 yds and contained a really nice 6×6 bull…..
And I had a spike only tag…. alas….
B
That’s news to me being a suburbanite! What a cool thing for you and Jaxson to enjoy!
Have I missed your sharing about this SPECIAL PLACE.? Your grandkids will always remember the times with you and lessons learned throughout their lives!
I have never seen that before! Thank you so much for sharing your adventures.
What lucky grandkids! And Bravo always so faithful
What fun! I’ve seen a lot of elk wallows, none in use at the time. But you could sure smell them!