I'm going to start this part of the story on Fri., as all of you know who have been following my adventure with my pack goats, that Fri. I packed out of Plan A spot, not enough elk and to many people, between the 2 horse camps, a Motorcycle camp with 4 guys in it and 2 other guys walking in every day, than me, it was alot of pressure on this particular area, I will not be returning to this area, maybe for deer again, but I did not like the quality of the deer there, see my other pack goat thread.
So I got back to my camper on Fri. about 3p.m., all my gear was wet from the last two days of rain and wind. Dried what I could out at the trailhead as I poured over the maps that showed some of the other area's in my unit. The terrible thing was I did not plan on having to leave Plan A spot. So I did not bring hardly any other maps of the 4 units I could hunt. Luckily I have done a couple years of hunting in these units back in the 01', 03',07' seasons, so I knew some spots, my buddy Rob also hooked me up with a location. Not feeling the vibes from any of my other spots or Rob's, I got on the Idaho Fish and Game website and looked up some harvest stats and 6pt bull stats, success stats, I found some good information that helped me narrow down a unit in my area too concentrate on, looked over my maps, than realized that my inReach has a map app for my phone. That was really helpful and I was able to narrow down a couple drainages to go check out.
I packed up all my damp stuff that had not fully dried out, loaded up the goats, and I was off. A somewhat quick hour drive later I was in the new country I wanted to check out. It looked good. By this time is was about an hour before dare. I quickly found a place to camp along the highway on a pull off trail that led to a trailhead, I was not sure of the condition of the Road so I parked and unloaded the goats and we walked the mile back to the trailhead, as we had about 20 mins of light I decided to walk up the trailhead a bit. No sign of elk after the rain, some deer tracks that's about it. I returned to my camper in the dark, put the goat coats on the goats. Put 2 in the trailer and tied one just outside, they don't like being close to each other while they sleep, they will horn each other constantly if I shoved all 3 in the little trailer. Its fine when we are moving though. I awoke about 1:45 a.m. to a deep howl not 100 yards from camp, it was loud, it had to be to wake me up after my head injury. I got a bit nervous for my goats, I know that wolves are not scared much of humans, especially when its dark out. I hurry and got some clothes on, turned the outside light on and yelled out the camper door. I stay up for the next 4 hours drinking coffee, eating breakfast, and looking at my map. There was a camp toward the trailhead and another guy pulled in about 5:30 and drove down the trail. I talked to another guy that was camped about 100 yards down the road that previous evening. He was just going across the road and up the mountain. So I was pretty confident in what drainage I would go up. 90% of people don't go more than a mile from the trailhead, just cause of the logistics of getting an elk out.
So I arrived at the trailhead I decided to go up and to my surprise there was a Father/Son camped and hunting there. I quickly spoke with them, very nice people, a little reluctant to share information at first but we got to talking and they opened up a little, told me the direction they were going and asked if they minded if I went way back in this drainage. They did not care. So off they went. I got the goats unloaded, geared up with saddles and panniers and my water and food(I was done carrying a pack when I got 3 goats to carry the stuff I keep in my pack). So I grabbed my Bino's and Bow and up the trail I went. I softly cow called or bugled(very little, wolf country) every 1/2 mile or so. Got about 2 1/2 miles in and heard my first bugle way off up a side drainage, was to late in the day to go after him. So I continued up the trail to do some exploring. Went another mile and cow called and got a response immediately about 400 yard above me(Awesome, Finally!). Tied the goats up along the trail, checked the wind, made a move ahead of the goats a bit and tried to call him in. Tried for about a 1/2 hour to coax the bull into range, but he did not want to budge. Than I did not hear the bull for a couple of minute's. Gave some soft cow calling, caught some movement out of my left eye. I turned and BAM!, a trail runner..... LOL... Bummer, so i'm sure the bull knew something was wrong and didn't make a peep after that. It was 10:30 a.m, had about a 2 hour walk back to the camper. So I headed back. Uneventful walk back, a couple mountain bikers but that's about it. Got back to the camper, I was out of water in the camper and the battery was about dead, need more propane for heater, it was cold, I didn't go with much, I did not intend to be at the camper more than a couple days. Made the 40 min. drive to my father in-laws house and recharged, had a real shower and some awesome stew for dinner, stayed the nigh drinking a couple cold one's and chatting.
Got up early the next morning and made the drive to the Trailhead, made it just after it go light out.