Yesterday was one of those days you'd rather not have.
The morning started out like this....
It was pretty obvious that glassing wasn't going to be effective. So I burned a bit of boot leather in hopes of sneaking up on something.
Around 10am the weather turned to snow and the clouds got even thicker. But while I was sitting under a fir tree, imagining what the view would look like without clouds, a gap in the fog opened up and there they were.
A large group of elk were feeding in a clearing across the drainage and within range. It was so foggy that I had a hard time figuring out if any of them were bulls. After a few moments I determined that the herd consisted of 13 cows and calves, a spike and a tiny raghorn. I wouldn't say I necessarily passed on them, but in my effort to find a mature bull in the surrounding area, I didn't hurry to get a shot off. And as quickly as the fog cleared, it swept out my view again. They were gone.
(The elk were scattered across the clearings below the light cloud)
I stayed put, hoping the fog would clear, and wishing the elk would still be there when it did. But after an hour of fog, my hope went with it. They weren't it the open.
I caught them cruising over the top of the distant ridge around midday and decided to go after them.
This is when things didn't go quite as planned.
As I was following their tracks across a very steep and slippery, grass covered hillside, I made a wrong step and fell....
I tried my best to fall into the hill, but I just couldn't get it. I tumbled 20-30 yards down the hill before I finally arrested myself with my right ankle in mess of alder bushes.
After all violent motion ceased, I took an inventory of the situation. I was pretty lucky to have caught that bush, but my ankle might not agree. A few more feet and I would have been into another steep clearing, and who knows what would've happened after that. All of my gear seemed to be ok, and I was able to stick my rifle perfectly in the spot I slipped.
I sat and texted Dan and my wife to let them know what happened. I wasn't looking forward to the 1800 foot climb back up to my truck.
I made it back just in time to watch the sun go down.
Not exactly the turn of events I was hoping for.
Coincidentally, I got a call from work saying I needed to come back for something extremely important. Additionally, someone messaged me to buy something I've been trying to sell for a while... I decided it would be best to take the day off, regroup, take care of a bunch of work and personal stuff at home.
I'm almost finished up and will be heading back to the mountains shortly. I'm going to relocate to an area with a few more roads, but it's much thicker. I don't think the elk are too keen on hanging out in the open, and it doesn't help that I can't see very far most of the time anyways.
I'm pretty sure my ankle will hold up ok, but I'll play it safe and try not to push my luck.