While replacing the deck at the cabin a few years back, I kept getting woke up by a blood curdling scream from up in the mountain. With my heart pounding and my mind going through tactics of how I was going to rescue this woman, the scream would seamlessly transition into an bull elk bugle. It went on for quite some time, and even though I new it was an elk, every bugle had me questioning my sanity.
Climbing out of bed and up a 30-40 degree slope (i'm tellin' you, it's freakin' steap!) in the dark with my gun, while trying to track down screams that make your imagination go place it shouldn't have to...........not on my list of things to do at 3a.m.....or anytime for that matter.