|One May my friend Karen and I were on the Blossom Ride. We
had extra time to go exploring around Elk Hill. I was showing
Karen a pretty loop I had discovered which connected a few two-tracks.
My horse seemed off, and I headed him slowly back to camp after giving
Karen directions for the rest of the loop.
After a while Karen caught up with me heading back to camp. She told me how she had come upon a lady bending over a flat tire on a boat trailer. "She hadn't heard us coming, and she jumped into the air with a scream when we came up behind her," Karen said. The woman told Karen that she had been startled because she had feared that Karen was an elk sneaking up to attack her. She had "heard some bugling" nearby in the woods.
"Did you tell her that elk bugle in the fall, not in May, that they don't 'attack', and that what she heard was our horses calling to each other?" I was incredulous. "Heck, no, why spoil it for her?" Karen said.