Start high. On a clean NW wind I want you on the North Basin Rim before legal light — the thermals are still falling off the peaks then, so your scent pours down into the dark timber while the bulls feed up toward you. Glass the green ribbons where the avalanche chutes meet the spruce. That edge is where they bed when the days run warm.
As the sun hits the opposite face, slide to the 10,400-foot benches. There's a wallow tucked just below the lowest bench, and on a still evening the cool air sinking off the rim will hold your wind in your face the whole sit. Don't skyline yourself crossing between the benches — stay one contour below the rim and let the rolls of the mountain break your outline.
If the rim goes quiet by mid-morning, it's not dead — it's shifted. The bulls drop into the north basin's shaded pockets to wait out the heat. Drop in behind them, keep the wind pinned in your face, and still-hunt the bench lines slow. The elk are here. We just have to be where they are, when they're there.