Scouting Day before opener we stumbled across a 6 point herd bull with a half dozen cows, a couple raghorns and a few calfs. Vertical terrain, half burned, half treed, half open rockslides and…they evaporated. Spend the next 7 days chasing that bull. Bugling, getting responses and realizing he’s just moving away from our bugles, trying to get out ahead of him and getting so close the cows get bunched up staring right at me through the trees, trying to figure it out, standing dead still at a crouch so long my leg muscles are about to fail…the cows evaporate and the bull never appears. Watching him running his herd across an open sidehill 300 yards away and dropping 1,000 feet into the draw to intercept, realizing there is another, louder, bolder bull and herd already down there, growling, bugling, the air thick with elk smell, both bulls screaming at eachother as we work our way within 30 yards in heavy pine, glimpses of the cows, then…moving away, the bolder bull chasing “our” 6 point herd up and over the ridge…and the next ridge…and the next…within about 10 minutes…then barely able to hear their ongoing bugles they are so far away as we stare off in the direction they bailed. Gone for the day. We climb back out of that damn draw.
Felt hopeless many times. Demeaning, disheartening, but got back up each morning and kept moving. The entire time my legs felt waterlogged. My lungs were inconsequential because I usually wasn’t moving fast enough to get them pumping. Climbing uphill and downhill. Attempting in vain to pace myself but never feeling light. Except when those critters bugled, then it was like I was reborn. Dry and dusty the entire time. Lots of elk sign but very little, very little interaction. Pushed past the comfort zone into terrain I didn’t want to go and were rewarded by a couple curious raghorns. The only critters close enough to even attempt a shot at the entire week. Packing the meat back to spike camp and being aware on how slow I was going, counting the steps between short breaks. Hating it.
My wife told me I smelled like a homeless person when I got back… but dirtier. I’ll be going again this season for sure.