I’ve had mixed experiences. Shot a bull one year and upon arriving back at the truck with some meat and the rack, I got many questions about where I shot it. I was vague just stating up the valley. I’m pretty sure they followed my sister and brother in laws horse tracks back in because the next year it seemed like the entire state of Oklahoma was hunting the small area where I shot the bull. They even camped in the same meadow the year after that. I don’t hunt there anymore...
Last year I was hiking in with an empty pack when I ran into two older fellas on horseback. We were roughly 3 miles from the truck. Good guys, they described their adventure that morning of missing a bull right where we were. They asked what I was doing and I told them I was going to retrieve my bull. I tilted my head back pointed up the long, steep ridge above us, which led to another smaller canyon, and said he’s up there. One of the guys said, you know, I’ve hunted here for 20 years and always thought there’s probably an elk up there, but I just keep on riding, and have no intent of ever climbing up there. I got a laugh out of that. Turns out they are the smart ones. Not sure I plan to go up there again. By the way, those nice gentleman helped me get the last two smaller bags of meat out the following day after I spent a day getting it all down from the main ridge to the valley floor and then most back to the truck. You can meet some really fine like-minded people in the back country.
Last year I was hiking in with an empty pack when I ran into two older fellas on horseback. We were roughly 3 miles from the truck. Good guys, they described their adventure that morning of missing a bull right where we were. They asked what I was doing and I told them I was going to retrieve my bull. I tilted my head back pointed up the long, steep ridge above us, which led to another smaller canyon, and said he’s up there. One of the guys said, you know, I’ve hunted here for 20 years and always thought there’s probably an elk up there, but I just keep on riding, and have no intent of ever climbing up there. I got a laugh out of that. Turns out they are the smart ones. Not sure I plan to go up there again. By the way, those nice gentleman helped me get the last two smaller bags of meat out the following day after I spent a day getting it all down from the main ridge to the valley floor and then most back to the truck. You can meet some really fine like-minded people in the back country.