We backed into our site #518 in the corner, where two perpendicular rows met, and got hooked up. Our back window looked out on the meadow where the elk often gather. There were just five bucks out there that first afternoon, no sign of the cows, but it was fun to watch them engage in an occasional clash of antlers. The camp host told us that it was rutting season, when the bulls duke it out with one another to vie for the attention of the females, and ultimately, breeding rights.