It’s not the answer that enlightens, but the question – Eugene Lonesco

Staring into darkness I heard the first bugle. My watch read 2:30 am. “Would I hear another?” Moments later the bull elk let out another banshee like scream letting the world know that it was his meadow. He was getting closer, probably only a couple hundred yards from camp. I lay silently in my sleeping bag smiling. Hearing elk is a highlight of any trip to the mountains, however on this trip my prey was mule deer. One more bugle broke the silence as I drifted back to sleep pondering the question “Would opening day bring success?”