WHAT A HUNT!!
Never saw an elk in 7 days and over 50 miles on the boots. I have two regrets, I wish I would have backpack camped and I wish I would have gotten off the trails earlier in the week. As this was the first time to the area, I stayed on the trails the first few days to get a feel of the landscape. Later in the week, we started to bomb off the trails and work our way through the thick stuff just cow calling as we went. I saw 3 whitetail does in 7 days and that was it. I know in some people's eyes it wasn't a success because I never saw anything, but I learned what I was made of (steep, steep STEEP), and my father and I had an absolute blast in some of the most amazing country God created.
There were two times that we smelled the elk and found fresh sign, but it was so thick I couldn't see anything. One night after it was pitch black, we bumped an elk on the walk out. I never saw him but I know it was an elk because it sounded like a horse running through the trees. All in all, I will be returning to the zone, it's now my goal to take an elk there. I will say that the areas I hunted, were impossible to glass. Also, it was 60-70 degrees during the day and a full moon at night. This made for some tough hunting. We talked to 5 other hunters and out of all 5, we had seen the most for critters with the 3 whitetails.
P.S. Beef stroganoff is the best mountain house flavor and the chicken and dumplings doesn't fully rehydrate.