The afteron light was fading as my sons and I found ourselves at the bottom of yet ather canyon, trying to find that elusive bull elk we heard bugling a while ago. Looking up at the steep ridge we had to climb, we decided it was time to head up. So as night started falling, we started climbing, heading for the top of that ridge about eight hundred feet above us. Two hours later, we found ourselves at a flat spot we thought was the top, only to discover that There is top! Mother Nature had again played a dirty trick on us. We were w faced with the decision of climbing ather eight hundred feet in the dark or spending the night where we were. Our decision was hastened by the pack of wolves that was howling in the distance, seemingly nipping at our heels. We knew that wolves aren't particularly dangerous, but everything changes in the dark so off we went in the dark, hoping to find the elusive top.