Speaking of the rut, you'll love this: I was up at the folks this weekend (Blanco on the San Juan) trying to get an engine in my truck. My brother and I were pulling an all nighter. About 1 am I heard something, looked at my brother to make sure I wasn't hallucinating from lack of sleep, and asked "Did you hear that?" He said "Yep, what the heck was it?" You guessed it, an elk bugling! I've seen a few elk moving down along the river in pretty populated areas, but this was the first time I've heard one bugle. It was music to my ears with the hunt coming in two weeks. Now, if they'll just hold out a little longer before they get really fired up we'll be pooping in high cotton come the 5th.
Man, I gotta get out and shoot that muzzleloader.