Khunter
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As I was sitting on that knob, I started hearing hound dogs (bear season overlaps) coming closer from the direction I had atv’d in from. Get louder and louder and I hear they are about to come right into ‘my’ elk filled valley but they stop before too terribly close, except for a lone hound that obviously got separated from the pack and was apparently fixed in one spot sounding off a lot closer than I liked to be hearing. He is a constant noise.
I also saw a 2 foot snake when sitting on that knob, one of three snakes walked up on during the week.
Fun start to round two and things had quieted so went back to sort out a better camp situation and to do the round trip to truck for meds (and inevitably drag in even more crap I did not ‘need’ like more clothes, an RMBS Life Member yeti flask full of bourbon, and more snack foods before starting an afternoon hunt. Normally I almost never return to elk camp midday and instead stay out scouting and hunting and napping and return after dark.
Just before hopping on atv for a trip to the truck for forgotten items, here comes a 30 something guy named Evan backpacking in, bow in hand. Great guy with 8 days supplies on his back and an aggressive plan for going deep with camp on his back while hunting. Not having an ATV, he parked his truck at the ATV trail gates 1.8 miles back. All I can say is he was pushing his luck driving the road past where my truck was parked and later I saw where is got VERY western on him as he drove in during rain at 10 pm the night before. He was headed to hunt kinda where I had backpacked previously in Round One but it was new country for him so I shared what I knew.
We traded inreach addresses to share info on rut activity etc. And he mentioned that one hound was following him and would not stop so he tied it to a trailside tree to keep it from messing up his hunting, knowing it had GPS and the bear hunters would round him up.
I saw the dog a 1/4 mile from my camp tied to tree with paracord. The right choice is to always leave a gps tracked dog be but tied to a tree seemed sucky so I untied him and when he looked to head toward my camp instead of back where his owners would surely be hiking in to retrieve him I decided to use the paracord as a leash as I rode down the trail with intent to turn him loose shortly. Instead I ride up on the on-foot bear hunters, frowns of disapproval on their faces. Whatever, here's your dog, see ya. I explained it was the young guy they had chatted with early that morning who tied their hound to a tree to keep it from following him all the way in deep. They mentioned ‘when we see a dog stop moving that’s when we get really worried”
I also saw a 2 foot snake when sitting on that knob, one of three snakes walked up on during the week.
Fun start to round two and things had quieted so went back to sort out a better camp situation and to do the round trip to truck for meds (and inevitably drag in even more crap I did not ‘need’ like more clothes, an RMBS Life Member yeti flask full of bourbon, and more snack foods before starting an afternoon hunt. Normally I almost never return to elk camp midday and instead stay out scouting and hunting and napping and return after dark.
Just before hopping on atv for a trip to the truck for forgotten items, here comes a 30 something guy named Evan backpacking in, bow in hand. Great guy with 8 days supplies on his back and an aggressive plan for going deep with camp on his back while hunting. Not having an ATV, he parked his truck at the ATV trail gates 1.8 miles back. All I can say is he was pushing his luck driving the road past where my truck was parked and later I saw where is got VERY western on him as he drove in during rain at 10 pm the night before. He was headed to hunt kinda where I had backpacked previously in Round One but it was new country for him so I shared what I knew.
We traded inreach addresses to share info on rut activity etc. And he mentioned that one hound was following him and would not stop so he tied it to a trailside tree to keep it from messing up his hunting, knowing it had GPS and the bear hunters would round him up.
I saw the dog a 1/4 mile from my camp tied to tree with paracord. The right choice is to always leave a gps tracked dog be but tied to a tree seemed sucky so I untied him and when he looked to head toward my camp instead of back where his owners would surely be hiking in to retrieve him I decided to use the paracord as a leash as I rode down the trail with intent to turn him loose shortly. Instead I ride up on the on-foot bear hunters, frowns of disapproval on their faces. Whatever, here's your dog, see ya. I explained it was the young guy they had chatted with early that morning who tied their hound to a tree to keep it from following him all the way in deep. They mentioned ‘when we see a dog stop moving that’s when we get really worried”
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