There is nothing quite as haunting as the call of a bull elk in the fall. It starts out as a whistle, morphs into a twisted scream, and ends with a series of deep bass grunts. Reverberating off the surrounding mountain sides, it is often followed by the call of a not too distant rival. The dueling calls can go on for hours, punctuated by periodic fights, and of course attempts to seduce the females that they work tirelessly to coral into tight “harems”. More often heard as a mystery in the distance, getting to watch the spectacle in person is a special treat.