How Do They Know

As dawn approached I was driving to an area where I planned to hunt elk.  On my way, this herd (I counted 60), crossed the road in front of me and started grazing in a large meadow right next to my truck.  It is a private ranch adjacent to National Forest property, and they somehow knew it was the place to hang out.  Frustrating?  Maybe a little, but it was much too beautiful to be that way.  I listened to them and watched them for awhile and then drove on.  I hunted all day and did not see another elk.