I made my way back that night. Fixed up some dinner, called the wife, complained to her that i'm an idiot and i probably just screwed this whole thing up. She said, nah, it's already a success if you got on elk and had a shot opportunity. She was right, but it didn't feel that way.
I'd almost gotten stuck every time I drove to the windblown area on the road that was my designated stopping/starting point. The road drifted so bad you'd need to rev up some serious momentum, hop off the road to get up on the more wind blown prairie and fish tail along and hop back on the road once past the drifted areas. Sometimes the truck would grind to a halt and just spin, backing up wouldn't work, so you just spin the wheels till they grind down to dirt and you lurch forward. It wasn't fun, especially when it happened at night. Even just after 30 minutes of glassing in the truck i'd look behind me to see that my tracks had totally drifted in. Great.
I grabbed a six 60lb tubes of sand to throw in the back of the truck that morning, that helped.
This would be a part of today's problem.
I'd almost gotten stuck every time I drove to the windblown area on the road that was my designated stopping/starting point. The road drifted so bad you'd need to rev up some serious momentum, hop off the road to get up on the more wind blown prairie and fish tail along and hop back on the road once past the drifted areas. Sometimes the truck would grind to a halt and just spin, backing up wouldn't work, so you just spin the wheels till they grind down to dirt and you lurch forward. It wasn't fun, especially when it happened at night. Even just after 30 minutes of glassing in the truck i'd look behind me to see that my tracks had totally drifted in. Great.
I grabbed a six 60lb tubes of sand to throw in the back of the truck that morning, that helped.
you really couldn't glass anything to the south, toward the sun
This would be a part of today's problem.