I usually can't get excited about birds but damn, this looks like fun!
I also really appreciate the mega sandbag you hit the new guy with, he should have taken one look at your hunting partner's getup and realized it wasn't going to go well for him...
Good stuff, something that took me an embarrassingly long time to learn is that it's not about how rad the climb or hunt is, it's about who you share it with, seems like you nailed it...
I feel like all three of you worked harder than I did this year, by far, but thanks! The stories all of you share on here keep me from wussing out more often than you think.
something about arbitrary suffering being good for character building? I'm not sure what's wrong with me on occasion...chasing big mule deer would be way more actual fun.
I had barely gotten started down when I cut very fresh human tracks, who in their right minds had come up this drainage? then I remembered I had seen the CPW lion researcher parked near the bottom in the morning, I had assumed she was up on the other side but apparently she had bushwhacked up...
what ensued was possibly the worst elk quartering experience I have ever had, and I've quartered a lot of elk...
the bull had dug a tine into a crack in the rock and was laying entirely on that tine, I had to remove all 4 quarters from that position before I could get the weight off of the rack...
it took a while to get to the bottom of the basin as I pretty much had to downclimb a 30' cliff, I was wishing I had brought crampons and an ice axe as the creek was completely frozen and super treacherous in microspikes...
when I arrived where the bull should have been I couldn't find...
the bull had apparently read the script and was feeding broadside in some timber at 300 yards, directly above the gray cliff.
I made myself a nice benchrest out of the fallen log and my pack and waited for the bull to feed out, after about 10 minutes he did, and I settled the crosshairs and...
then for the slippery part...
I eased across the final slide path and popped out on a point that was beyond all expectations as far as a perfect shooting location, the far hillside was completely visible and the farthest point was only 400 yards away, if the bull was in here he was in trouble...
Day 7
I decided I was getting desperate enough to make a play on the big herd I had glassed on day 4, I spent a fair amount of time on google earth trying to find a way through the cliffs that guarded them from an approach from below, armed with a plan that shouldn't require ropes or ice...
I miscalculated how far I was from the truck and ended up getting back too late to make it to my planned evening spot, I decided to glass a lowland oak hill that occasionally has elk that was on my way home, as I pulled up to the glassing spot I could see elk with the naked eye again... this...
the big cat had come through after I glassed up the herd and had pushed them into a giant north-facing dark timber hillside, I followed for a while and realized that there were half the elk in the county in the timber, unfortunately for me I'd spent a bit of time in this timber patch and knew it...
Day 5
I spent most of the day getting caught up at work and snuck in a short hike to a glassing spot just before dark, no elk seen but I was able to check off most of a drainage for the next day...
Day 6
I finally committed to just taking a day off, pretty much hunting my opening day plan that...