Rick and I went for the elk opener, but we were rained out. Here we are at 9,500 feet the night before Opening Day. Rick saw a black bear the size of a child. We saw several elk, four Texans, enough grouse to alarm me, and several skinny deer that Rick called "emancipated." Camping was great and we were having a wonderful time. There was sign everywhere. I just knew we'd get an elk sooner or later. But then we woke to rain and had to hustle just to get out of there before hypothermia set in. In better news, I had two checks in the mailbox for essays I sold this year. It's great to get paid once in a while. If you find yourself in a Barnes and Nobles, pick up Gray's Sporting Journal. I have a piece in the November issue which comes out this month.