twodot
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Well here in the Breaks, the elk rut has come into full swing the fast couple of days. Sounds of bulls can be heard all night as they pursue their one month of female attention of the year. Got caught up on most all outstanding must do chores and figured on starting my own quest to run thirty inches of Port Oroford Cedar into one of their rib cages But then as the dust from several other hunters, counting on making the most of this most excellent week end of the season settled on the dry sage and pine that surrounds the elk grounds, a little rain began to fall. This was followed by a lot more rain falling and by "elk thirty" last evening water was flowing down all trails, and the roads look like rivers. Mud was building up on boots to the point that one would take a step or two and then have to scrape it off before proceeding any further. Not one to be easily bothered, I came home and put a log in the woodstove to dry things out a bit and get ready for the mornings hunt. But alas, after an inch and a half of rain last night things were looking a bit bleak for today's elk hunt. Yes I have rain gear, and yes I think elk will still go about their business but the gumbo mixed with the now second full inch of rain is where I draw the line. I feel bad for the four new camps I saw set up above the house knowing they have traveled far and hauled expensive rigs back in here only to be trapped in them watching the rain fall down nonstop for the last thirty hours or so. I got a yearning for ground that crunches under foot because of the high gravel content. Yep, I got cabin fever and it hasn't even snowed yet. Good hunting all.
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