Ten years of anticipation, hope, and preparation and here we are, standing in a cloud of smoke. How did we get here, just an old Montana elk hunter and his two sons? Just days before, ten minutes into scouting, a bull responded to the bugle. Advancing down the ridge, more bulls lit up both canyons. Suddenly, to my left, at about 200 yards a deep-throated growler opened up. Sneaking to the edge of the large aspens, I saw a few cows feeding toward the park. Still bugling, the herd bull circled his cows to move them into the park on the ridge.