There is a group of guys from Wisconsin that drive out to where I hunt by my house. They pack in ground blinds and sit from dark to dark for ten days. Generally on saddles or trails. Every couple of years one of them will kill an elk. I feel sorry for them, so when I have to go by one of their blinds to get up where the elk live, I’ll bugle and break some branches... just to keep them going for a couple more days; make their donation seem worthwhile.
I prefer to bomb through an area and see if I can hear or smell any elk. They are big, noisy, stinky critters. If they are in a basin you usually know after a couple of hours. If they aren’t in there, I move on. Sometimes it takes ten spots to feel elky.
I have one buddy (logger) that won’t leave the rig unless he heard, saw or smelled an elk. He hooks for a line machine, so I don’t think it’s lack of fitness. He also has killed dozens of big (for N Idaho) bulls.
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I prefer to bomb through an area and see if I can hear or smell any elk. They are big, noisy, stinky critters. If they are in a basin you usually know after a couple of hours. If they aren’t in there, I move on. Sometimes it takes ten spots to feel elky.
I have one buddy (logger) that won’t leave the rig unless he heard, saw or smelled an elk. He hooks for a line machine, so I don’t think it’s lack of fitness. He also has killed dozens of big (for N Idaho) bulls.
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