Is it true what they say about me? That slow children and animals want to befriend me? I was in the elk woods this weekend with Adam Dunbar when these camp robbers approached. I fed them salami and bread, two of their favorite food items. They followed us for hours, only fading back into the woods when their indigestion kicked in. It was great to be out in nature.
The bull elk have been hard to locate. Rick and I tried a new area. There were elk around, but none offered a shot. We saw lots of blue grouse and even a big, black bear. The cow elk were on the hillsides, and that's where we left them. The weather was glorious and the food was pretty good. So, all in all, it was a good season.
Spent Sunday morning helping to pack out a bull elk my friend's shot shot. The weather was moving in, so we had to hustle. It was pretty steep, but it I'm counting this as my workout. Good thing we got it done; this morning we had five inches of wet snow.
I always wanted to be one of those few high-test males to pass through the eye of the needle. Elk season was a bust; we didn't have enough time this year. Back when I was flat broke I had more time. It's hard to find people who can break away for more than a day or two. We ate well and saw some amazing things--including the International Space Station scudding across the Wyoming night. But we didn't see any elk.