This is a really fun segment to write up, but not for the reasons you think.
We left Sunday evening after work. I discovered it takes my camper furnace a while to get it from 34 degrees to 70, and also discovered my batteries didn’t have enough juice to run the furnace at night.
The first day was wet.


I built my first warming fire of the year.
Proof deer don’t GAF about campfires.
I saw quite a few deer this day, but only one spike buck. I had numerous does and fawns at 50-100 yards in the timber and pockets of hawthorns.
Everything I had was soaked and fogged up. Binos, scope, wet to the core. The temperature increased a little in the afternoon which made the fogging worse.
I fell asleep with the generator on and woke up at 1 AM and an 80 degree camper.
Day two was drier and breezier.
I was working around another hunter who had a limited entry bull permit for this area. He had been putting in for 14 years to get this tag. I told him I’d do my best to not blow the elk out of the area and stay out of his way. However, morning of day two found me looking at 120 head of elk where I wanted to hunt.
I watched for a while, then looped way back downwind and hunted a ridge system. Two does and two fawns and no more. I got where I could glass and located the elk. I decided I could get way upwind of them on some far benches and hunt without disturbing them.
Afternoon found me where I killed my buck last year. I glassed for a while then decided I should be up still hunting. About 330 I saw some movement and glassed a deers face. After some very slow repositioning, I saw antlers moving in a hawthorn bush. Finally a 4x4 buck stood up, and then another.
I used my spotting scope as a rest and was all set for one to clear the brush. This guy stretched out, offering a shot and I sent one downrange out of the .300 winny.
He jumped up and did the stiff legged lurch that means his heart is gone.
As they lay.

I had him broken down and loaded in an hour.

I had the last load to the truck at
800 PM. But, that’s not the end.
When I got to camp I checked in with my neighbor as I heard him shoot twice in the afternoon. He told he he hit the bull at 120 yards, broadside with a .300 RUM. They gave the bull an hour, and then as they were walking up the bull got up and took off. They worked blood for a little bit but decided to back out as it was late in the day and the bull obviously had a bit of life left in him.
I told the guy I had a blood tracking dog if he wanted help. He said absolutely. A quick InReach message to both bosses and I had the day off to help out.
Blood tracking dogs were just legalized this year. It was something I and a couple of friends put significant effort into.
We took off at 545 and we’re overlooking the meadow at daybreak. Unfortunately, there are 120 head of elk in it. All over, including where we need to blood track. Plus, it rained during the night.
We started the blood track in and it was tough. Finn kept getting diverted onto fresh elk scent. I restarted him several times. It was ugly, but we were advancing.
Finn was working hard down a steep cut and pointed a hawthorn bush. I should have taken him above it right away. He worked out into a bench that was littered with fresh elk beds. Just as I was taking him back up to the bush to restart the hunter called out they had found him.
The bull was 40 yards upwind of the hawthorn Finn had pointed. All told he ran about 500 yards from his first bed. The shot was a little high and about 6 to 8 inches back of an ideal location.
The hunter was elated. It was the first bull he’d killed. I don’t have pictures yet as we took all of them on his phone. It was such a privilege to get to help these guys out, and it was a great learning experience. It was a bitch of a track. Far from the ones we lay out on test day.
I offered to help break it down and pack out a lot but they refused. Man, getting to take part in this recovery was better than killing a deer by far.