It turns out my answer is 1.5 to 2 feet
Season is Wednesday to Sunday.
Snowed a few inches on Tuesday, and it never went away.
Snowed a lot on Friday, Mom was in a panic about escaping the mountain. Talking to Dad about how to pack up my tent so we can leave the second I get back.
"No way. There's only 52 total hours of legal elk hunting every three years for me, I'm not throwing half of them away. Besides, the elk ain't run away yet."
Go out Saturday, there's a foot of snow everywhere. I think the elk might have actually run away.
"Ok Mom, here's my offer: If we wake up tomorrow and there's another foot of snow and it looks like it's not stopping, then ok we pack up and skip the last day."
That happened. Foot of new snow, still snowing.
Packed up Sunday morning.
Dad's truck has a heavy camper so we used the Cruiser to shuttle out his trailer a couple miles and then I went back and got mine.
I was under the impression that all of NE Oregon was getting hammered by this snow storm and that there were probably ten thousand hunters in the exact same boat as us, maybe getting stuck in the mountains.
NOPE! We drove 3 miles and dropped 1,000 feet and it was nothing but rain and mud down there! Everybody else was probably sick of the rain and wondering when it would snow.
We had folded up my ez-up and laid it down near the firewood pile so it wouldn't get wrecked by a couple inches of snow. It got buried in the two feet and we forgot it. Went back in June and it was still there.