A smattering of cow elk bedded, content, intermingled within a dense stand of lodgepole pine nearly 500 yards distant. Down on all fours, Jon shuffles his gloved hands through wrist-deep snow, feeling clumps of Idaho fescue and fringed sage, guiding each hand and knee placement as if navigating his way through heirloom china. Keith, his long-time hunting buddy, and Brian, a chaperone for the host ranch, flank Jon. They’re also on all-fours, coax…