I have always suspected that I would kill just as many elk, bow or rifle, if I set up in a high traffic area and waited. I packed out elk over the years for a number of old guys who did just that. Picked a likely spot and sat it out. You have the advantage of not moving, no noise, and unless you set yourself up in a crappy spot, you should have a good field of fire and no scent issues. I know that this is THE way to hunt for many eastern guys, but obviously elk in the west is a bit different.
Other than day three or four on a longer hunt when I'm tired out and happy to loaf on a hillside in the sun, though, or a couple hours a day glassing, I can't seem to force myself to sit still that long. Part of what I love about hunting is getting out and exploring new country, retracing old haunts, and seeing what's around the next bend. As I get older, I also appreciate the opportunity to stay in shape as far into the winter as possible before the winter fattening begins. And even though I always see something cool when I sit down and just observe, I tend to get a little bit bored. And then there's the little voice whispering in the back of my mind about that bull that's certainly bedded down on that next ridge over...
With some luck I'll be hunting into my final years, and when that time comes, I've got quite a few spots picked out that should be perfect for napping those fall days away waiting for those beautiful brown shapes to materialize on the edge of the timber. Until then, even if I know it's hurting my chances at success, I'll probably keep racking up the miles and exploring. Just curious if anyone has ever done a comparison of success rates for stalking versus ambush, has any salient meditations to offer on the virtues of patience, or other thoughts on the matter.
Other than day three or four on a longer hunt when I'm tired out and happy to loaf on a hillside in the sun, though, or a couple hours a day glassing, I can't seem to force myself to sit still that long. Part of what I love about hunting is getting out and exploring new country, retracing old haunts, and seeing what's around the next bend. As I get older, I also appreciate the opportunity to stay in shape as far into the winter as possible before the winter fattening begins. And even though I always see something cool when I sit down and just observe, I tend to get a little bit bored. And then there's the little voice whispering in the back of my mind about that bull that's certainly bedded down on that next ridge over...
With some luck I'll be hunting into my final years, and when that time comes, I've got quite a few spots picked out that should be perfect for napping those fall days away waiting for those beautiful brown shapes to materialize on the edge of the timber. Until then, even if I know it's hurting my chances at success, I'll probably keep racking up the miles and exploring. Just curious if anyone has ever done a comparison of success rates for stalking versus ambush, has any salient meditations to offer on the virtues of patience, or other thoughts on the matter.