There were 3 in our elk camp, I was the greenest of the group and I was all ears when they shared their yarns. I called in a spike early morning and closed to within 20 yards with some new tactics. Nocked an arrow and came to full draw. As I focused on a point behind the elks shoulder I could not help but notice that there was a big bushy branch in the path of my arrow. Ironically I could see the spot on the elk clear as day. But as an old teacher taught me years ago, it's the arrows path that one must see to the target.
I let down the arrow, the elk knew it wasn't his time and took a step forward and then around the nob of the ridge to safety. I knew it wasn't his time either.