That evening, my dad set up on the glassing location from day one to try and turn up some more elk. I took my uncle up the mountain to try and rustle up the big bull from the AM. As we got up onto the benches below the mountain, I let out a location bugle. It was immediately met by a bull about 400 yards ahead of us. We quickly closed the distance about 150 yards and got setup, although not ideally. I let out another bugle and the bull fired back quickly closing on us. At this time, another big bugle comes from across the canyon to our left. As I’m watching up the hill, I see the closer bull running straight at us. He is about a 320 class 6 point. He goes behind a cedar at 80 yards and screams at us, because he knows we ought to be right here. I slowly start to move off and call the opposite direction but it’s too late as my bugles are now met with bark-chuckles and this guy is fully onto us. Not helping the situation is another hunter that traverses at least 3/4 of a mile from our right to join in the party, thinking it will be just him. As the first bull moves off, the second bull to the left is getting more agitated. We are chatting with the other hunter about our plan when the bull on the left suddenly screams from the bottom of the draw right below us. I immediately run back and start making a fuss like a herd of elk and hit him with a challenge bugle. He comes straight up the hill to my uncle at 25 yards, where he proceeds to stand behind 2 trees and rake and bugle, providing no shot. It’s at this point that my uncle and I realize we are just not that good at archery setups here yet. It’s funny how I feel like I learn that lesson every year. The bull eventually gets tired of not seeing anything and walks away still bugling, never giving a clean look in some seriously thick cover. This bull was bigger than the first, and is the big bull we had spotted that morning on the mountainside. We slide out of there with plans to try again the next day.