What is the nastiest place where you have found elk
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elkantlers
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I watched this bull get shot one morning and it ran right to a road and died.
They had just got it gutted when a crew came by with a mini ex.
Right place at the right time.
They had just got it gutted when a crew came by with a mini ex.
Right place at the right time.
BigHornRam
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A cougar was nibbling on this guy when we finally found it. At least it wasn't a grizzly.
Definitely several in deep holes or terrible deadfall/bushwacks like others have mentioned. There’s a specific canyon face (cliffs basically) that I see a herd of cows feeding on in the spring (eating biscuit root maybe?) that is more of a mountain goat face than an elk slope. Not sure there’d be much usable elk left if one lost its footing there.
BAKPAKR
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LOL. When I saw the thread title, I immediately thought of a solo bowhunt I did below that mountain. I was young and full of vinegar then. I slept inside a burned out cedar tree in the bottom that my brother and I had found on an earlier hunt. It was hard to sleep because bulls were bugling all around me that night.
When I got back to the trailhead, elkless but fulfilled, there was a guy at the truck next to mine. I wasn’t paying any attention to him but he started a conversation by saying, “How did you plan on getting an elk out of there?” I am pretty sure he said something about the necessity of having a knife and a fork. The sun was in my eyes, and at his back, so I couldn’t see his face very well, but the voice was familiar. I asked, “Are you Glen Berry?” (Glen Berry made elk calls and VHS videos at that time and he had a very distinctive voice). It was him.
Unfortunately, there was an early ice storm several years later. I heard that someone found 27 dead bulls in the drainage I had hunted. I don’t know if they ever recovered.
You can see the sheer relief in my face after struggling to quarter out a bull while the 6-8 people with me packed out meat. Then after literally dozens of minutes in a state known for its severe changes in elevation I took it upon myself to muster the strength to pack the heaviest load the dozens of yards to a pickup slogging through the worst vegetation in the world, many thoughts of giving up, but in the end I survived to tell the tale. Even though at times I’d wished the vicious rabid badger that had almost killed me an hour or so before had killed me and saved me from the struggle. Those that survived will never forget, except the ones who were drunk which was most. #whatdoentkillyoumakesyoustronger #fltlandtuff #keephammering
westbranch
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LOL. When I saw the thread title, I immediately thought of a solo bowhunt I did below that mountain. I was young and full of vinegar then. I slept inside a burned out cedar tree in the bottom that my brother and I had found on an earlier hunt. It was hard to sleep because bulls were bugling all around me that night.
When I got back to the trailhead, elkless but fulfilled, there was a guy at the truck next to mine. I wasn’t paying any attention to him but he started a conversation by saying, “How did you plan on getting an elk out of there?” I am pretty sure he said something about the necessity of having a knife and a fork. The sun was in my eyes, and at his back, so I couldn’t see his face very well, but the voice was familiar. I asked, “Are you Glen Berry?” (Glen Berry made elk calls and VHS videos at that time and he had a very distinctive voice). It was him.
Unfortunately, there was an early ice storm several years later. I heard that someone found 27 dead bulls in the drainage I had hunted. I don’t know if they ever recovered.
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Hard to imagine what the elk numbers were like in all of that country until the late 90s. I left a couple trail cams in that general area (a bit further west) late last summer. I did not get back out there in the fall to check them so will do that this summer.
I also need to fish the river that shall not be named this summer. I am sure that burned out tree was down by the river? Not sure I'll hike that far down.
BigHornRam
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That's where I first started elk hunting in the early 90s. Lot of elk there then, but still hard to hunt. One old-timer asked me what elk gun I thought would be best for that country. I thought about it a bit and told him "a shotgun with a slug barrel, and a bayonet". He laughed and said "I would have to agree!"
Potsie
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There's no fish in that river. It's not even worth hiking in, might as well just go to Three Forks and fish some real trout water.
Bar none.
Full stop.
Fact.
All the fish are in Montana too...
BigHornRam
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Pants on fire!
