She got me last year, and probably will again in the future. But not with gear (actually she did, but that's another story). Rather with a wild ass idea about finding them in the far corner of the universe. I've found elk in the same area for four yrs straight on the opening day of second rifle in CO. Normally they retreat into a wilderness area south of an ATV access area on the opener. I've been into them and killed a couple in a saddle on the retreat route. Opening day. And when I didn't kill them there, I was at least into them the other years. I guess I figured that if a little wilderness is good, a bunch is better, and I opened the season much deeper in the wilderness than I needed to be. Never saw the first elk this time. For five days, I saw no people, and no elk. The wilderness was grand, but I sure should have been on the edge of it watching those retreat routes rather than outsmarting myself. I finally looked at my saddle on the last day, and all the sign was old. Go figure. The little wench got me.