lukebrowning
Lil-Rokslider
Now that the season is over for most of us, what’s your Elmer Fudd stories of the 2025 season?
I have a few…
1) Packing out buck to trailhead… Elmer Fudd on SxS. “Nice buck, where did you get it?”… in the mountains… “yeah, but where?” … above 8,000 feet… pulls out phone asking me to show him exact area… “we drove all the way from Wisconsin, it’s not like we’re gonna blow up your secret spot…”
2) 1 hour before sunset Elmer Fudd sees area that elk cleared snow to feed the previous night. Doesn’t bother getting off ATV and drives off trail right up to the area to check it out. Then proceeds to drive over to the nearest group of trees upwind in a ‘sneaky crouch’ low on the handlebars to stake out the area for the evening.
3) Spring bear… After a few days of nasty wind, rain and snow the girlfriend and I get back to the trailhead exhausted. Packing up truck and I can see overweight Elmer Fudd get out of his camper and approach us in the usual ‘dumb shuffle/crouch/smile I’m gonna ask you for spots.’ “Did you see anything?” No, not really. “If you were us where would you hunt?” … south facing slopes with grass… “Any areas in particular?” … I repeat what I just said… “I’m not good at reading a map, but we can hike anywhere, like over 10 miles in a day.” That’s great, you should have no problem finding bears. We drive lower on the mountain where the weather is better to rearrange gear. Elmer Fudd passes us and speeds up kicking up mud.
… long live Elmer Fudd!
I have a few…
1) Packing out buck to trailhead… Elmer Fudd on SxS. “Nice buck, where did you get it?”… in the mountains… “yeah, but where?” … above 8,000 feet… pulls out phone asking me to show him exact area… “we drove all the way from Wisconsin, it’s not like we’re gonna blow up your secret spot…”
2) 1 hour before sunset Elmer Fudd sees area that elk cleared snow to feed the previous night. Doesn’t bother getting off ATV and drives off trail right up to the area to check it out. Then proceeds to drive over to the nearest group of trees upwind in a ‘sneaky crouch’ low on the handlebars to stake out the area for the evening.
3) Spring bear… After a few days of nasty wind, rain and snow the girlfriend and I get back to the trailhead exhausted. Packing up truck and I can see overweight Elmer Fudd get out of his camper and approach us in the usual ‘dumb shuffle/crouch/smile I’m gonna ask you for spots.’ “Did you see anything?” No, not really. “If you were us where would you hunt?” … south facing slopes with grass… “Any areas in particular?” … I repeat what I just said… “I’m not good at reading a map, but we can hike anywhere, like over 10 miles in a day.” That’s great, you should have no problem finding bears. We drive lower on the mountain where the weather is better to rearrange gear. Elmer Fudd passes us and speeds up kicking up mud.
… long live Elmer Fudd!
