The next day%2C the velvet of the first bull is mostly gone. The bone white of his antlers is stained with pine resin%2C dried blood%2C and dirt. In the heat of the rut bulls violently harrow the soil and throw clods of earth and clumps of grass into the air. On frosty mornings meadows resound with the clatter of antlers on antlers and the cacophony of call and response bugles all around in the distance which is the celebratory song of the elk rut.
The next day%2C the velvet of the first bull is mostly gone. The bone white of his antlers is stained with pine resin%2C dried blood%2C and dirt. In the heat of the rut bulls violently harrow the soil and throw clods of earth and clumps of grass into the air. On frosty mornings meadows resound with the clatter of antlers on antlers and the cacophony of call and response bugles all around in the distance which is the celebratory song of the elk rut.