The morning of day two falls solidly into the unfruitful category. We checked out an area I'd never been to, and it wasn't just a dry hole, it was bone dry, resembling more of a real life Hell's scape. Hey, at least we could check this spot off the list.
While making the drive back to the hotel, we made the call to the landowner of the field we watched the entire herd feast on the night before. And as luck would have it, a few dairy farmers from the Midwest were able to sweet talk their way on to a prime piece of elk hunting real estate. Things were looking up!
We discussed the evening's plans over a hard earned Culver's butterburger, cheese curds, and a pint of custard. We decided to do a a similar plan of attack as the previous night. I'd watch the herd, and they'd sit on the field and wait.
The evening started with a very positive vibe. The elk were bedded 3/4 of a mile away from the field, and the wind was good. It looked like a slam dunk.
Well apparently nobody filled the elk in on our plan. The main herd did not move toward either of our locations, all except for this nice young bull who decided to come hang out with me.
He watched the herd for a few minutes and he turned 180 away from them and walked straight to me.
He came to 35 yards before angling away.
And then he decided he was too tired to stand any more.
67 yards away! Talk about a gross miscalculation. Haha. There I was, with a bull laying well within range, and no tag. Haha. Oh well.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the property, my buddies had a close call with 4 raghorns. The bulls hugged the wrong side of the fence until the last 10 minutes of legal shooting light. When they finally crossed over to the hay field, the elk were just below a slight drop off and never presented a clean shot. Soooo close!
It was unfortunate that I couldn't stay longer, but I had to get back to work Monday morning. (I didn't sleep much Sunday night, but I wasn't late for work.)
My buddies sat on that field Monday and Tuesday, but never saw another elk. They did sit down with the landowner for a few hours, talking farming, and sharing stories. It's rare, but always refreshing to meet a genuinely nice person who seems just as excited for you to hunt their land as you are to hunt it.
My friend's dad had to fly home today, and sadly left without punching his tag. He was grateful to have had an opportunity and realizes that's more than most people get.
My buddy will have 2 more nights to hunt, so hopefully the elk come back and he's able to capitalize on the opportunity. It would be awesome if they could make it happen.